The Last Season of the Last Year

Our coach, Mr. Noble, was horrible. I respected him at the time, and so did everyone else--he was six five and had some serious guns. He'd contrive a good practice with the assistant coaches for ten minutes every day while we ran the perimeter of the practice field, a workout monotonous as recopying history notes. We were in better shape than any other team in the county, but we couldn't play football worth a lick. I started in one or two games toward the end of the season after the first string tight end, Mitch, fractured his wrist, and before the second-string fullback, Eric, learned the position.

If you ever played football you would know how hard it would be to go through the hard times that I did. But, it is not the end of the world. Everyone says high school is the best time of your life, which is true, but once it is over everything seems to get better because the high school drama is over. I was so glad to have ended my senior year because now that I am in college I do not have to worry about the hard times I went through. Always cherish the good times but never forget the bad times because if you do not learn from the hard times them history will repeat

After half Battle came back and turned on the heat. They ended up beating us by 12 points. In a district 's final game that is not a very big win. We were all so depressed after that game, but there was something that i still had, That was my brothers. The game of football made me the man i am today.

I saw this as a very significant event in my path through adolescence, a chance to get recognized by my new school, as well as a chance to make some friends and gain some glory along the way. Getting up one Saturday morning and going up to the school, I was very nervous about whether I would make the team or not. I've always had athletic ability, but since this was a new town, I was unsure about how my skills would compare with the other kids. Football tryouts were a grueling event. When tryouts started, it was explained to all of us that the coaches would run drills in order to gauge our individual skills, and then place us in specific position groups.

My sophomore year I kept getting better I would go really hard in every single practice because I wanted to make it to state and I knew I need to get way better. I did better that year my record was 19 wins and 13 loses and I went 165 most of the year, but I still didn't achieve what I wanted I just made it to regionals again and I was very disappointed in myself and I knew I had to work even better so all summer I worked really hard and I would go to school every single day and I would workout with the football players because I need to get stronger and faster. By the start of junior year I knew it was going to be a good year I was very confident in my abilities and even my body. That year I went 165 all year and my record was 26 wins 12 loses which was pretty good in my opinion and also I made it to state! I didn't do so good at state, but I was still happy that I had made it and I was there.

I started running when I was a senior in high school. I made it through the first couple of races all right, but began to get angry at myself because I was not improving at the rate I had wanted to. I was very excited for the season and often found myself distraught when I did not do well and I could not understand what the problem was. I always assumed that if a person runs fast one day, he/she should run faster the next day. In addition to the internal pressure I put on myself during my tenure as an athlete, I felt a lot of outside pressure.

O was hired the second semester of my junior year after the coach I had my freshman through junior year of football quit because of a better job offer. I was a nervous wreck thinking that this coach might try to actually kill me and my teammates. This all changed after the first time I met him. O made an impact on me by managing to teach me the value of being a good leader, being a good teammate, and most of all a better person, in a very short period of time. Anybody that was interested in playing football was supposed

The good thing about playin... ... middle of paper ... ...h school I wasn’t a great player. Re-involvement came fairly quick for me because a short year later, this year as a matter of fact, I was asked to be a coach for a local high school team. I was honored by the offer and of coarse I took the opportunity. The fact that my father was the head coach probably had something to do with it, but I was just ecstatic to be back on the football field again, even though I wasn’t the one playing. With this coaching position I’ve experienced a lot of new relationships.

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.

I would say my body was in so much better condition after graduating high school rather than now coming towards the end of my college career. At least three tim... ... middle of paper ... ...o want to quit and stop doing it. You’re going to be so sore and someday not be able to walk up a flight of steps or be able to bed over to pick things up. But you’ll live because you have about 90 other people counting on you that is just as sore and upset they have to do all this extra work that gets unnoticed by the media. I playing college football but that’s it.