Football Narrative

There was 45 seconds to play, the 11th play of the dive. Shot gun snap, I drop back to pass float it up into the end zone for Terrell. Back pedaling, he made the catch, and we won the game. Five games into the season I was on a record setting pace, 14 touchdowns and 1250 yards through the air. “He was having such a great start to the season”, my coach said, “what we had hoped for is he would be a player of the year candidate not only for FCS but all of football.” My success did not go unnoticed. An ESPN insider said, “I love the way he moves around, at 6’5 230 pounds, with a NFL arm and great mobility I think Tyrone Jamal is a quarterback out of BYU that will go high in the draft.” BYU had every NFL team at their practices in August …show more content…
I thought I could try to make some money with it. Terrell and I went riding around the country roads on some bikes we found. After miles of pedaling, we arrived to a grove that always had some raccoons. We started walking through and saw something up in a tree. It was a raccoon. I took a shot at it and blew half its face off. He tumbled to the ground. Terrell spotted something in another nearby tree. He took a shot and nailed it, just like the last one. It fell to the ground. Terrell and I began to get tired riding around so we headed back to my house to skin them. We got back to my house and skinned the raccoons we shot. We had to get to bed to prepare for the upcoming week. It was third and thirteen. The call was ‘Twins Right 521 Deep Cross”. I rolled out left threw deep across my body to Terrell and right as I threw, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. That was it; I was done for what I thought was going to be the rest of the year. I went in the next day and the doctor said I had torn my MCL and could be out anywhere from 6 weeks to 6 months. I told the doctor I could not let my team down. I had to get back to …show more content…
This was the greatest feeling in the world, knowing that I could go to the National Football League and be able to give my mom the house that she deserved. I had gotten many phone from random guys saying they were my dad, but I knew my dad was Lemi Mamo. I had always thought my dad left my mom, but I guess he was working so much to provide the little food we had, I never saw him. My dad found the money to get me a trainer and agent so I could prepare for the National Football League draft. I came back home and went down to my high school football field every day to train. My family and I took a huge risk. My mother and father both quit their job too help me train and prepare. After many weeks of long, hard work. It was the time. I was on my way to the to Indianapolis for the National Football League Combine. I had many meetings with teams to talk about what I loved, football. I preformed flawlessly and many thought I would be going number two over all in the daft. I tried not to get caught up in all this fame. I knew I just had to perform my best and the rest will take care of