Personal Narrative: My First Experience Of Football

My first time ever watching a sport on tv was a thrill. Every time I saw one my eyes would light up. So from that day forward I would find a sport to play. I had lots of choices, but I managed to find football. My first experience was watching it on television. When I saw the ball get snapped I realized that every player moved on the ball. They were always mean, and grunting, and some of them say trashtalk. So one day my dad decided to teach me how to play. As soon as he told me that, I jumped up and down and said “YES!” He taught me plays and positions. Whenever he told me something I didn’t know my head would tilt and my eyes would close a little. That is when I got the hang of it. As I grew up I learned new things and rules. Some of the rules made my face get bright red and start to scream, but later on I just went with it. After I started midget football, I was acting like a monkey. I was going nuts!
Then I had to meet some new people that were on my team. For instance, I met this one kid that was from a different school. He wasn’t like the other kids that do a victory dance when they score. What he …show more content…
So I listened and became a good player. In our first game we stunk worse than the hamper in my bedroom. We didn’t score and I was moping, my eyes were down, and my feet were dragging. Then my coach came over to me and said, “It’s ok it was your first game.” After that my spirits were lifted. Then next game after that one we were better. When I was on the field I saw my whole family from the crowd. After the ball was hiked I heard pads popping and people clapping. I got the ball and started to run. I juked a couple people, and then ran all the way to the touchdown. There was a ton of sweat dripping off my face, and then a drop got in my mouth. It tasted like salt from the cabinet. Then I realized I scored my first touchdown. I jumped up and chestbumped my teammate. The rest of the season was a