Football is not a big sport in Los Angeles even since the Los Angeles Rams left for St. Louis in 1995. For me football has been my passion. I watched it, played it and even studied it. My father played in high school and I wanted to do the same. I was so excited when I made the team on my freshman year. I was happy that I got to be the free safety of the team. I felt important knowing I was the last line of defense. It got better when I was promoted to varsity in the middle of my sophomore season. I always had a deep passion for the team which led to becoming a captain for the team during my junior year. Although the team only won three games during my first three years of high school, my passion for the game and for the team burned strong.
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I suggested that we could built a replica of our opponent’s mascot and destroy it. They loved it. The woodwork teacher liked the idea and got the class to work on it. After numerous announcements and handing our countless flyers, I could hope that the message was clear to all the students. I even got the art class to create signs to post all over school. I posted even more flyers and with permission, wrote messages for the homecoming game on the white boards in many classrooms. I bothered the hell out of my teammates to help me promote the homecoming game. No one wanted to help but then Doug, a receiver and the team goofball, came out and helped with the pep rallies. Doug was always causing trouble even back in middle school. I remember the many times I had to take him down to the principal’s office. But this time he didn’t mess around and got the pep rallies so loud that neighbor complained about the noise. Then Malik, our quarterback, helped me with posting signs. It was a domino effect. Once one person started to help, everyone else followed. Soon the entire team was helping out. Everyone was convincing their friends to come and leading the way for our daily
I suggested that we could built a replica of our opponent’s mascot and destroy it. They loved it. The woodwork teacher liked the idea and got the class to work on it. After numerous announcements and handing our countless flyers, I could hope that the message was clear to all the students. I even got the art class to create signs to post all over school. I posted even more flyers and with permission, wrote messages for the homecoming game on the white boards in many classrooms. I bothered the hell out of my teammates to help me promote the homecoming game. No one wanted to help but then Doug, a receiver and the team goofball, came out and helped with the pep rallies. Doug was always causing trouble even back in middle school. I remember the many times I had to take him down to the principal’s office. But this time he didn’t mess around and got the pep rallies so loud that neighbor complained about the noise. Then Malik, our quarterback, helped me with posting signs. It was a domino effect. Once one person started to help, everyone else followed. Soon the entire team was helping out. Everyone was convincing their friends to come and leading the way for our daily