High School Football :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay

Ive never decided if I actually disregard playing football game. I played tight end and outside line backer for one season, during my freshman year of high school. The previous winter Id move w ogdoads of hug drug enough for a junior high kid, then I long jumped in track during the spring and kept in dear condition all summer. I was no all-out beast, but for me it was mighty dedication. Our four-in-hand, Mr. Noble, was horrible. I respected him at the time, and so did everyone else--he was six five and had several(prenominal) serious guns. Hed contrive a good rule with the assistant coaches for ten minutes every day while we ran the perimeter of the practice field, a workout monotonous as recopying history notes. We were in better constitute than each other team in the county, but we couldnt play football worth a lick. I started in one or twain games toward the end of the season after the first string tight end, Mitch, fractured his wrist, and forwards the second-string fullback, Eric, learned the position. Like all of the only-half-decent guys, I played exceptional teams every game. Problem was, I sucked at blocking because I had no girth, and I couldnt catch very well because all we ever practice was blocking. In games, we almost always ran the ball. Our tailback, Conor, kicked butt. Hed have been even better if our coach didnt make him run stupid plays all the time. Wed be fourth and eight at our own 35, and Coach Noble--he made us address him as sir all the time (Yes, sir, I dont understand, sir, Sir, I have to leave practice early tomorrow, sir.)--would tell Hildebrand, the QB, to call a blast, an off-guard run right up the middle. Conor wouldve been better, too, if the linemen, such as myself, had skill as well as endurance. Theres a picture in the yearbook from that season that makes me feel like a loser every time I see it--Conors charging through the line, and Im on my feet with my knees bent and no one to block, my guy diving for the tackle. Man, I genuinely handled him. Maybe things will change after I graduate, but sometimes I feel like I never deserved to grasp playing, that I never would have been good enough to have any real confidence in my ability. But then I go to a Friday night varsity game and the stands are on their feet as the team charges onto the field under lights blazing against a solid down(p) sky and I think, that could be me out there jumping around, thump racing, hollering.