When I was little people always told me that nothing comes for free, and at the time, I really didn’t give it much thought. Now that I’m older I know that nothing comes easy and if you really want to accomplish something and be good at it, you must work.
In 2012 when I was about ten years old, I remember going to my cousin Jacob’s football game. He played here at Cesar Chavez, he was number 36 and played fullback and linebacker. At the start of the third quarter they were kicking off to Millennium, which was one biggest games of the year. They kicked the ball; my cousin was flying down the field hunting for the ball carrier, Jacob laid a huge hit on the returner and made him fumble. The stands went crazy over the hit and it changed the momentum of the game. From that point on I was inspired to play football. …show more content…
The first practice I didn’t have a clue on what I was doing, when we lined up for hitting drills I thought it would be fun but little did I know how much it hurt; however, this didn’t take my love for the sport away. On the days that we didn’t have practice I would ask my dad for help on my technique. We would go to the park and I would put on my pads, my dad had bought me a dummy hitting pad, he would hold it and I would run into it with all my speed and strength.
The final day of preseason practice was here and Coach Tim was naming off all of his
In 2012 when I was about ten years old, I remember going to my cousin Jacob’s football game. He played here at Cesar Chavez, he was number 36 and played fullback and linebacker. At the start of the third quarter they were kicking off to Millennium, which was one biggest games of the year. They kicked the ball; my cousin was flying down the field hunting for the ball carrier, Jacob laid a huge hit on the returner and made him fumble. The stands went crazy over the hit and it changed the momentum of the game. From that point on I was inspired to play football. …show more content…
The first practice I didn’t have a clue on what I was doing, when we lined up for hitting drills I thought it would be fun but little did I know how much it hurt; however, this didn’t take my love for the sport away. On the days that we didn’t have practice I would ask my dad for help on my technique. We would go to the park and I would put on my pads, my dad had bought me a dummy hitting pad, he would hold it and I would run into it with all my speed and strength.
The final day of preseason practice was here and Coach Tim was naming off all of his