Football Narrative

Football has and will always be a major part of my life. As a child I spent most of my time running around the yard playing football. There was a time when I played football, baseball, and basketball. Then came the moment when I had to choose between those three sports. I chose football to be my only sport at the age of ten. My parents always knew that I would choose football over any sport. I played football from the age of four up to the age of sixteen. My career went well up until middle school. Injury after injury had occurred. Then after hurting my leg it was the end. It all started out at the age of four when my family introduced me to football. Playing football had been a major family tradition. Sports in general is important

At the beginning of the game they punted the ball to my team. As I made my way down the field to block I turned around and was blindsided. I was swept off my feet and saw blood flying in the air, from my nose. I felt like life was going in slow motion as I was in the air. I heard the opposing coach tell his player that is what he wanted. I felt broken cause I knew the whole game they were out for my head. We had been losing for most of the game, but we had began to make our way back. We were playing good defense and my cousin was their quarterback, and we both had a lot of family at the game cheering us on. He had a breakaway run and was on his way to score, but me being so competitive I ran him down and tackled him. I had hit him out of bounds at the ten yard line. His team was furious that I had stopped him from scoring. On the next play two of their players had hit me high and low. As I want down there was a crowd of their players around me. As I began to get up their biggest player stepped on my knee and pushed down as hard as he could. I had a sharp pain go through my leg, and as I tried to get up I could not put any weight on my leg. I hobbled around and played the next play and called a timeout. I tried to walk off the field and I took a few steps and fell to the ground. My best friends dad, Tony, came over and helped me off the field. My mom knew something was wrong and the next day I

I just got done lifting weights and began to make my way down to the court to shoot some hoops with everyone. That was a day when a lot of people were wanting to play a game of pickup basketball. The game began to get very serious, and me being the competitive guy I would go for every rebound. I went up for a clear rebound and another guy came from nowhere and pushed me while I was in mid-air. I came down on my ankle with all my weight, and I felt my leg just give out on me. I layed on the floor with tears in my eyes because I knew this was serious. My mom came to the school and took me to the hospital. The doctor came out and told me I had torn ligaments and tendons all through my lower leg, and I had a torn quadricep. The doctor told me my chances of playing football again were very slim. As he left the room I asked my mom to give me a moment. I just sat and looked at my leg and proceeded to cry my eyes out. I knew my leg would never really be the same. I had to wear a boot for 10 weeks. During that time I started to think maybe I could give football a try again. I made my way to the field for the final time. That practice nothing felt the same. I was not as explosive as I was. So I knew my career had come to an end. That weekend I told my family I was quitting football and told them why. They were all very supportive of my decision. That has been the hardest choice to make in my life. Letting go of my first love will always be