Battle High School was the football team to win state 5A high school football their first year of being established. Somehow our team Lebanon High School ended up under the lights with them the following year. Through the years of football, I gained some super good friends that I played football with. I would have never guessed that I would have gained so many good friends/brothers through a sport like football. Lebanon Missouri is a football town, they strive off of football.
My senior year the off-season went great. The season did not go as well as I wanted it to go. We ended up eight and three. I planed on trying to walk on the NAU football team but in the off season I dislocated my shoulder and tore a tendon in my knee. Now that I am all healed, I will start winter workouts with NAU.
But I do know that with football, my life became much easier and a lot more fun. I stopped playing football my sophomore year of high school, but I transferred my confidence on the football field to confidence on the basketball court. I had a varsity letter in high school basketball, as well as one more in track and field. Everything went my way. I cannot even imagine where I would be today without my middle school football days.
At the beginning of my ninth grade year I was prone to injury. I went from hip pointers to sprained ankles and was never able to see much playing time. This hurt my morale, because I have always dreamed about becoming the next big shot quarterback that came through Nashville; and with the luck I was having that did not seem likely. At the end of my ninth grade year I was healthy again and ready to compete for the starting quarterback spot in high school. Our high school football team had three potential quarterbacks.
I never thought that I would become a kicker I thought that was the pretty boy position on the football team, little did I know that was my ticket to a college football career. I had an average freshmen season, but what do you expect from a freshmen kicker? Most teams at the freshmen level don’t even have a guy that can kick at all. I thought that I was the “man.” By the time that my sophomore football season rolled around I was a much-improved kicker, I worked out mostly everyday all summer long with my cousin who was a pro recruit at the time, he was the one who really taught me what you really needed to know about kicking. All summer we worked on my technique and accuracy.
We lost 50-27. I remember having dreams the next few weeks where we won that game and I was playing right along side my brother for the last time. Although the ending of this essay implies that it may be a sad, depressing essay. It wasn’t at all. This essay is a very happy one describing my favorite season of football playing with my brother for the first and last time.
What are often disregarded are the benefits that come from the game. The life lessons that young players learn when playing this game are irreplaceable. It molded me a young man into a wholesome human being. One who applies what he learned in football to the outside world. Football has taught me a lot about myself as well as responsibilities in the work
Billy was born on October 8th, 1987. People he say he came out of the womb carrying a football. Billy Grew up in the suburbs outside of Los Angeles and was the best football player in the league in the entire city. Everyday after school, he would beg his dad to play catch with him or to throw him routes with the football. “Dad why can’t we play football today?” he asked.
He decided to pursue football and accepted a scholarship to play at the University of Notre Dame. Montana did not see much action until his sophomore season when he impressed his new coach in spring games before the regular season. He became the go-to guy late in the game during comeback situations. He led Notre Dame to two crucial comeback wins, including an incredible performance against Air Force that earned him the nickname “The Comeback Kid”---the nickname stuck to Montana for the rest of his career. He missed the entire 1976 season due to a separated shoulder but came back strong in 1977.
I started playing football in middle school and I was honestly one of the best decisions I have made. The one memory that sticks out from middle school football would have to be my 7th grade year my first year playing, I joined in half way through the season with that thriving passion of wanting to get all the girls attention and be like those high school football players. But it did not really happen like that I would wear my jersey to school for home games and it looked like I was getting ready to go to prom, And I was not the guy. I really only got to play one play my 7th grade year there were a few reasons to that I was 4”11 and very skinny and sadly even though I thought my brain was massive they could not find a helmet that would fit