Creative Writing: TJ Olmsted Room-Personal Narrative

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TJ Olmsted sprinted out of the tunnel. A brisk autumn breeze had found its way into the stadium. TJ took his helmet off and stood there, letting the wind comb through his dark hair. The fresh Utah air filled his lungs. He could smell the grass, the popcorn, the hot dogs. Listening to the roar of the crowd, TJ grinned. There's no day like game day. He thought. Suddenly a voice broke into TJ’s thoughts. A loud one. “What’re you doin Olmsted!” Startled, TJ spun around. His coach was staring at him with a confused expression on his face. TJ was a big guy. He could bench his own weight and he once took down Rob Gronkowski at the three yard line to win a playoff game. Even so, that man scared TJ to death. He knew better than to get on coach's

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