Reflective Essay: My Experience With Football

Back in my prime days I was the “big man on campus” but before I got there I had to start from the bottom. When I first started playing football I wasn’t a beast right away in fact I could barely run a lap around a track, I was that fat kid in the back huffing and puffing for some air looking like I was about to collapse. But I never quit I worked and hard and kept at it, kept grinding and the improvements I saw were tremendously drastic. The disappointment that fueled this drastic improvements was getting cut from junior varsity. Going into the 9th grade that summer I tried out for junior varsity with the mentality that I would automatically make it, I was sadly mistaken, I made it all the way the finals cuts and the coach called me into his office to tell me that I had been cut down to freshman.

This motivated I to work hard in practice that next week. But I didn’t even get to play because we had all of our starters and probably because it was the last game of the regular season and we lost, but we still made the playoffs. First game of the playoffs was different I could feel it in the atmosphere. I had started for the first quarter because one of our best linemen said some disrespectful to one of the coaches and skipped practice so he was benched. I was getting whooped because I was going against some guy, who now plays at university of Miami and he was scary good. We lost again to the same team we played last week. The season was over I did way better than I thought, but still had a lot of room for improvement. Most of starters where seniors that, so I knew the starting spot was mine to lose. I still went to football conditioning but started to skip on days I didn’t feel like going and my coach would give me a hard time and he had every right to because looking back it now, I was hurting the team and myself by not being there I