The Football Player
By James Pendleton
Point of View: 1st Person
E: My story takes place in florida in a small town. In this small town football is everything . In about a week we go to become state champs .Because, of this iḿ looking to get a college scholarship to play football. The school said that Iḿ the biggest half back in there school ever. Iḿ 17 years old and 6ft and 240 pounds . I had to leave my friend john to come to this school. my coach tries to make my team a better team . My friend John is bulky and very tall he is QB for his team .The team that iḿ on won the state playoffs and now we are facing a good team . My old team thought that I left because I wanted to but John didn't think that . My old schools colors were green and white ,my new schools colors were purple and white.To prepare for upcomeing games we watch videos on how the other team plays. We go through a lot of drills to be go at playing football. The only sport at my new school is football.
c: After we won the state playoffs I found out that we were facing my old football team .This will be a hard game I think so I hope we don’t lose. I Think this will be a hard game because I don’t want to face my old team for the championship game. Today is the day that we have the game . We are going to play in an awesome florida stadium . We are now at the coin flip the other team is kicking. the
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the NFL was a tough place to play it was stressful playing in the NFL . In the first 3 seasons I ended up breaking my arm . So I had to wait until next season to play . After I came back my couch made me work hard to improve my arm . Then one day I heard that we got a new QB .I was surprised to find out that it was John .Us together we made the team better than ever we were on that team for a long time . but we ended up getting a new team . These days i’m a retired football
Growing up, from the time I started my first day of class until walking across my hometowns football field to receive my diploma I never had thought that I let something define the person that I have become today. However, being presented with this essay I have come to the realization that football has defined me as a person. I don’t mean to say that the sport has had this much of an impact on me, I’d rather like to think that the memories associated with the sport has made an everlasting impact on my life.
Athletes that play football at the college level serves the same purpose National Football League (NFL) athletes serve. At least, that is what many people think in the world we live in today. College football players play the game of football, are shown on television, and are looked up to by young people just like professional football players. The only difference between the two is NFL players get paid and college players do not. This is what leave football fans with an interesting question. Should college football players get paid like NFL players? This is the question many people want to know the answer to. Although college football players do share characteristics with professional football players, they should not be paid any money. The
Freshman year of football almost drove me to quit football. The coaches drove us harder and made us work our tails off. That year taught me to work even harder than before. My sophomore year was even more taxing than the year before, trying to show the coaches that I belong and that I will try to beat the upperclassmen in anything that I could. Junior year I didn’t get to play varsity and that drove me to work even harder to get a starting spot for my senior year. By the time I got to my junior year, I finally got out of my comfort zone and I wouldn’t just take a hit, I would deliver one. And when senior year rolled around I finally got a starting spot on the varsity offense. I finished my senior season with one catch for thirty eight yards. High school football taught me to trust people; coaches, teammates, and friends. Without them none of it would have happened.
I loved everything about the sport, knew everything about the sport, and simply wanted to be physically involved with the sport. I signed up for my local football organization and greatly anticipated the start of the season. My first season our team finished undefeated, winning each game with ease. I played offensive line and enjoyed every play, finally being a part of the sport I loved. My coach at the time admired my hard work and dedication, repeatedly telling my fellow teammates that we should all aspire to have a work ethic such as my own. At the end of the season, my coach suggested I practice to become a quarterback. A quarterback is usually one of the skinniest players on the team, a trait I certainly didn't have. If I were to be a quarterback, I would have to lose at least thirty pounds and practice almost every day until the next season. As crazy as the suggestion seemed to me at the time, I gladly accepted the challenge and almost instantly began to work to become the best quarterback I could
Before birth football seemed like it would be a factor in my life. My uncles and cousins were key players of their high school football teams. Even though they were a factor I developed a love for the game myself. The drive from my family made me want to go harder.
One of the all time great quarterbacks Michael Vick once said, I have always been an outstanding football player, I have always had uncanny abilities, great arm strength, an immense ability to play the game from a quarterback standpoint. The problem was that I wasn 't given the liberty to do certain things when I was young.The career of professional football player or job as a Football Player falls under the broader career category of Athletes and Sports Competitors. I love the sport of football.
It was the last season of my football career and it could not have been going better. We were winning games and were having a blast. The team was giving high fives and banging helmets together. We were a true family; growing closer than any team I had ever been with before. I was standing with my teammates as we said the same prayer before our game as we did every week. “Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” The deep, strong voices rang throughout the room sending chills down my back. I loved it.
Sadly, my family was going through financial struggles, forcing me out of the school zone I was destined to attend. When I discussed the situation wih the high school coaches they told me they would pick me up from my new house and take me to school every day; with the condition that I’d play football for them all throughout high school. Even though this was illegal I continued to go ahead and accept the offer. My first year of high school was so exciting that it went by in the blink of an eye. Sophomore year came and the clock ticked closer and closer to when everything would change. I started in varsity as a corner back but soon would have big shoes to fill as the team’s quarterback. Not only did this require skill and hard work but the ability and qualities of a leader as well. Ultimately, playing this position helped me acquire traits that would soon be necessary for success. That year was tough for us because the majority of the team consisted of inexperienced players, however the coaches knew I would be the one to lead the
During the past summer I went to a camp on Oahu called, G.P.A. 2016 Football Showcase. It was a first time at the position I chose, cornerback. The showcase was three days long, as the weekend went on I began shining in a certain coach's eye. He then put me inside the Top 12 of the camp in that position. I already had my goals for football and those goals were starters; to get my name in the newspaper, make my senior year memorable, and
...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. From meeting a whole new group of players to other coaches it’s been a learning experience and I’ve already built new friendships that I know will last a long time. But the most important relationship I believe I have built because of this experience is a better relationship with my father. In the past we have had our differences but because of football we’ve been closer than I think we’ve ever been before. Football has proven to me to be worth while. It has taught me dedication, determination, teamwork among others. Football has given me an identity of being a part of team and friendships I will have for a lifetime, especially with the person that means the most to me… my father.
In every Football camp, every workout, every practice, every game I became more confident of whom I was becoming. After all the drawbacks I encountered I never gave up and I will still continue to never give up. Football is life but the ironic thing is my life was formed by football. I will never forget the people who helped me become who I am today especially my football coaches and a few of our loyal fans at Blue Ridge High school.
When I was in grade 3, we had a PE teacher who loved soccer. So every PE lesson, we played soccer. That was it.
It was simple, at first thought, my career was over. As I was rushed to the hospital, I thought I was never going to play football again. The pain was so unbearable, that every bump in the road would sent a shooting pain throughout my leg. I was for certain that I would never return the field again.
But we weren’t aloud to play football until 7th grade so I had to wait an entire year without football and I was sad. So me and my brother would go in the backyard and he would just help me practice. Before we could play football we had to get a physically and during that physically the doctor found out that I had a swollen spleen and I couldn’t play any contact sports because if I got hit in the right spot just hard enough it could make my spleen start to bleed and kill me. I was absolutely devastated, I begged my mom to just let me play but she wouldn’t let me risk my life for football. On the car ride home I was silent just thinking about how football was taken away from me and how much time I wasted on it.
It was a gloomy day, Hurricane Hermine blew past Greenville leaving behind scattered puddles across campus as well as lingering clouds blocking most of the sunlight. The air was cool yet there was a certain electricity present that made that day feel less dreary. It was the first home college football game, East Carolina University was going to play against Western Carolina University. The two institutions haven’t played each other since 1981 and it was sure to be an interesting match up, football season was back in full swing and this match would define the success to come for the home team.