Personal Narrative: My First Football Game

It was August, the first month back to school, and football season was about to start. We were practicing in the vigorous heat getting ready for our first game. In Meridian, the temperature would hit 95 degrees, but that did not matter to my team. We practiced like champions and thought we were going to be the champions at the end of the year. However, the final result turned out much differently than we had hoped. We were defeated in the second round of the playoffs. This was a tough lose but, losing the game taught me not to take things for granted. My pride and joy that had been built up for months now was over, and I took it for granted. We lost the final game of our season, the second round of the playoffs, to Purvis high school. It was …show more content…
We played Purvis high school in the second round of playoffs on the 11th of November. This game wasn’t a boxing match. Instead this game was a war. We had teammates go down with injuries, and come out of the game with scratches that were an arm’s length long. Some of my teammates didn’t even see the field again that night. We battled through the rain and blood all night until the final whistle blew and the game was over. Unfortunately, we lost the second round of the playoffs 35-23. I cried my eyeballs out because I knew I would not hit this same field ever again. Some of the underclassmen were coming up to me after the game saying “I love you bro” or “I’m sure going to miss you big fella,” which made it even worse. That was my last high school football game, but I continued the night how I would normally would after a game. I went to a 5th quarter, the next morning I woke up and went to church, but I did not really realize what had happened until the following Monday. I went through my Monday schedule as normal, first English, then Spanish, and last speech, but at 1:30 it was time for football. I was headed to the field house, but the only problem was I could not go to practice that day because it was all over. When I finally realized that it hit me like a hurricane. My career as a high school football player was over after four long years, and it was gone just like that. From the begin of the season to the end of the season, I played my heart out and learned many lessons. However, the greatest lesson I learned was to not take things for granted in life because one never really knows when it could be over. No matter the situation, whether its football, work, or even the military, it’s impossible to know when it could be the last day doing whatever one may be doing. My coach tried to explain to my teammates and I that that the game against Purvis, or any game, could be our last. Some of us listened to his advice because we knew that he