It was a cool, late September evening, with a slight breeze making the trees sway back and forth. I was at football practice, it was a water break and my best friend Noah asked me, “You ready for this scrimmage?” “ Yeah, I guess” I answered. “Time to scrimmage! Let's go!” coach yelled. I quickly put on my helmet and snapped my chin strap on. I jogged over to the huddle where coach was. “Alright guys, let’s do this” coach said. We had a few receivers and we sub out every play because the receivers bring in the play to the quarterback, so I had a few plays until I actually go in. On the plays that I am not in I have time to think about all the plays and what I do on those plays. Finally, I got to go in. “ Right formation iso” Coach told me. I went over to the huddle and told the quarterback Jordy “Right formation iso” Ugh. Right formation iso, I do …show more content…
For the game, I was one of the first people in the rotation, so I knew I would not have to wait that long before I had to go in for the first time. After the first few plays, I went over to coach so he could give me the play. “ left formation wide receiver slant” coach said, then I hustled out to the huddle at about the 45-yard line. “Left formation wide receiver slant,” I told Jordy. “Left formation wide receiver slant,” Jordy said in the huddle. I ran out to the line and got myself set. “Set! Hut!” I took 2 quick steps then took a hard cut toward the middle and looked for the ball to come. The ball was right there for me but right as I caught it a Big linebacker delivered a backbreaking hit on me. He hit me straight onto the ground. Pain shot straight into my arm. I felt like I just got hit by a truck. I managed to get up but had to jog back over to the sideline holding my arm because it hurt so bad. I sat on the bench while the athletic trainers checked out my arm. After they checked it out for a bit they
... put his cleats on. The locker room was amazing. It was large yet still gave everyone privacy. He went out onto the field to start stretching and was amazed by how well kept the grass and the stadium was. He started with his favorite exercise, calf stretches, and slowly warmed up. At 9:30, coach Yallop came out and told us to start with passing drills.
Forty seconds left until game time. Here we go again, versing one of our biggest rivals, Belleville West. As usual, I’m starting. Defense has always been my go to position and this year I’m playing right back. The air around us is cold, considering we aren’t quite in spring yet. Eleven of us disperse on to the field, all in blue, determined to win. The referee blows his whistle, piercing our ears, and twenty two pairs of feet stir into action. Our back line is staring at the ball move towards the goal when suddenly things turn around. Hurriedly we shift to the left, ensuring the ball is put to a stop. Hannah boots the ball up the long green field and we’re all hopeful. West is playing hard; aggressive is their style. They win possession. Back
This drill will teach players to constantly look up-field to move the ball, be aware of the location of the ball at all time, challenge your defense to cut off passing routes, create quick transitions, and generate faster, and more effective game play.
The coaches were feeling creative that day because they made us try all of these drills that the team has never done before. They were the kind of drills that did nothing to improve you at all, but the coaches thought differently. “This one will help you with your awareness of
ball takes me to thew left a pick is set up for him leaving him wide open and I just closed
Riley, our starting quarterback, placed his hands on the helmet of the right tackle, as he did every play. He called the play looking straight into my eyes signaling the pass was coming to me. My entire body tingled with excitement as I ran to the left of the field. I could feel my cleats dig into the soft, freshly cut field as I took my stance. I looked up into the sky seeing only white lights which created the stage for the football field. As I brought my head down slowly to see the white eyes of the defender across from me, my heart beat slowed and I was still, in peace for the short moment. The quarterback hiked the ball and I began in pursuit; shifting, juking to get away from my defender. We were side-by-side running down the field as the ball was thrown into the air, coming strait to me. I jumped up and became airborne, snagging it from the lit up, night sky. Falling back with the ball secured into my arms, I felt my defenders full weight push into my left leg. A snap rang out as we hit the ground together and I looked down to see a large bump sticking straight left out of my
If he would have just peaked out and saw me coming I would have been lite up. I realize my friends who flanked the right side were not so lucky (probably because they had the low ground). Both teams switch sides for round two and now I plan to flank left again, which used to be my right on the other side. “ 3, 2, 1… GO! GO! GO!” screams the ref and everybody sprints. I run the left side and right when I get behind an abandoned hotel and got shot in the hand from a little hole in the wall. Sometimes you have great games and then you have games where you get out within ten seconds of starting. For the rest of the game I sit in the dead box and wait for the game to end as I watch my team progress. When the game ended, we all reunited outside the field and talked about the game. The rest of the day was great, but nothing topped that
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
offensive huddle and we just all new that we had each other’s back. I think it set into
I remember the practice perfectly everyone came to the field after the school bell rang and began to suit up we went through our normal stretches and then broke into groups for drills from then it was all slow motion. Our coach thought it would be a good idea to run the drill “Oklahoma”, which is illegal now but then it wasn 't. The drill composed of six players; a linebacker, two defencive linemen, two offensive linemen, and a running back. The object of the drill is for the offensive linemen to create a gap where the running back can run through and not get tackled, and everyone rotated positions.it was all slow motion as i stood in line. I was the third one to run the ball and every time the whistle blew one by one my teammates ran through their gaps. Finally, it was my turn I tucked the football and got ready to
The play was "Red 334"which is a run to our halfback, me, out of our dive series. I crouched over the ball as I jetted past the quarterback and ran the play so we could observe the changes we needed to make. I let out a sigh of relief because we were finished with the most dreaded part of practice; well, only until someone complained about not knowing their job on one of our pass plays. Coach Nelson undoubtedly decided we needed to run through the final pass play before we perfected our defense. The play was quietly called in the huddle with intentions of getting it right. I ran the play through my mind while I tried to remember what the snap count was and what I was supposed to do for that play. The ball was snapped and I jolted to the left of our team's quarterback to set up his backside protection. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed the defensive end raging toward the quarterback. I intensely stepped into him while lowering my body and exploded through his shoulder pads sending him stumbling into the line's pass protection.
"Offense, defensive rebound-all five. Fast break into secondary. Plays we can run; Motion, Mexico, and Jordan in man defense. Navy and Red against zone. Out of bounds plays; 88, 8 Stack, Box 1 and 2. Remember to offensive rebound, four and one," I said quietly out loud to remind myself while sitting on the sweaty locker room bench. "Now defense, I need to press, stop fast break, and box out. We can do man hard, man soft, zone 2-3 or 3-2." I went on rambling as I finished getting ready.
Firstly, I learned about being prepared the hard way. As a high school sophomore, I was promoted to the varsity football squad halfway through the season. The coaches made it clear that my promotion had been just to familiarize me with the varsity system. I never expected to see any playing time as a third-string quarterback, so I never studied the playbook. In hindsight, that was a mistake. Not even the fact the starting quarterback had been injured late in the season brought up any red flags. On a fall Friday night, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes in a half-empty football stadium, that particular game would teach me a lesson I would never forget. Early in the fourth quarter, on a routine quarterback sneak, the backup quarterback went down for the night. I was immediately thrown into the game where I proceeded to humiliate myself in front of hu...
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.
Before the game started my coach pulled me over. He took me to the corner and had me warm up my corner kicks. I was so happy because my corner kicks were right on point to where my coach wanted them and that definitely made me more comfortable and less