Ever since have been really little I have played football and I always wanted to play college football. It all started in 5th grade as an experiment with some of my friends. I loved it, It was the only sport at my school that you could just keep hitting people with out getting in trouble. It's hard to remember back in 5th grade playing, but I do remember watching the varsity team playing on Friday nights. That's when I said to my self "You'll be out there one day." It was the beginning of my 8th grade year, and I was feeling really confident. The first scrimmage came around and I was running all over kids breaking out for 20 and 30 yards a play I was like a machine.
Later in the year we were going against our rivalry, it was tied 0-0. They handed off to me and I broke out for a 80 yard touchdown for the win. The next game I was leading scorer with 4 TD. Me and my friend also injured 12 kids from the other team "NO LIE."It was the last game of my 8th grade year and I was all over the field, running, tackling, sacking and scoring. I was nominated MVP for that year, and I was so happy. Then it was time for JV football
JV football caught me off guard a little bit, I almost had a heat stroke my first game and I injured my knee the first game and was suppose to go get a M.R.I, but never went and got one because I couldn't miss the games. The next thing I knew was the Varsity coach asked me to play for him, I couldn't turn it down so I said yes. I really didn't expect to play, then I heard Erik O'Shea get out there as middle linebacker. I jumped up and sprinted out there. That game I was in the newspaper with 7 tackles. The next day my parents got calls from friends and family and they told them that I was in the paper for football. I knew my parents were proud of me then.
My friends were all mad at me because I had more friends and I was able to play Varsity football as a freshmen. They really never said good job or anything to congratulate me. I just dealt with it. I had to look forward and play the game of my life "FOOTBALL"
Every game after that through out my high school career year my name was in the paper for tackles or for yards gained or touchdowns. Some of the guys that graduated 2 years before me told me to try for Ferris State University because I would make it easily.
I didn't try out for FSU because my thoughts were to join the navy, and give up the game of my life. I regret not going out and trying now. I had so much going for me with possible scholarships to play football and go to a university. I just let my grades slip and my love for the game disappear. I realized I wanted to play when it was too late. If I would have acted right away and not let anything get in front of me, I would have achieved one of my life long goals.
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14 years ago
Erik, you remind me of myself 40 some years ago when I was in high school and played ball. I still love to watch the game when I can and someday hope to go see a NFL game. Been to several college games and think That I would rather watch a good high school game. Keep trying for your goals.
ReplyDeleteErik, the way you love football is the way hockey. So i know how you feel.Everything you do is for that sport and wouldn't. You can't get enough of it. Well good luck and i hope that you make it.
ReplyDeleteThat is really cool man. I'm glad that you can excel in something you love. It is a great feeling to have. Oh and don't look back, look forward and do what you can to get your goal. :)
ReplyDeleteAs I've said in comments to others, I'm amazed by this passion tht you have. I can't imagine being so obsessed by something.
ReplyDeleteOne line I think is really insightful in your post is this one: "It was the only sport at my school that you could just keep hitting people without getting in trouble." I'd love to hear you talk more about this--maybe even in your essay. This is an interesting tension--getting in trouble for violence vs. getting cheered for violence. Think about if this is something you might want to write about in some way for your essay.
-Kristen
-Kristen
Oops! I seemed to have signed my name twice in the comment above--sorry!:-)
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