Dave Monologue
Prologue
I am Dave. I want to be a wide receiver for the San Francisco 49ers. It was a dream that I have dreamed of for a very long time. I remember every touchdown that I’ve scored since I was five. That was when I scored my first touchdown. I was the starting wide receiver. Our coach called forth that we go do Slants. I ran forth as I watch fifteen linebackers blitz the quarterback. He threw the ball. It hit me and I caught it. It was a bright spotlight on me as I ran the ten yards for a touchdown. I was proud.
It didn’t always turn into a touchdown though. Another game when we were playing against a different team, it was the same situation. I was the wide receiver and the teammates all were ready for the game winning play. The score …show more content…
My helmet flew off my head. My shoulder pads felt loose all of a sudden. They too fell off. The person who rammed me fell on me. His helmet banged my head. I was bleeding. They took me to the emergency room and that was when I knew I had to quit. My dream of making it onto the 49er team went up in flames
“Dave, I’m sorry,” my mother said, “ maybe next time we can try a different sport.”
“Thank for the comfort,” I replied. I didn’t think it was very safe.
Three years later, I decided to try baseball. I was on first base waiting for the other team to hit the ball so that I could catch it. The other team was ready. The pitcher threw a fast curveball.
He swung. Strike one.
The pitcher threw it again. Strike …show more content…
I was going to do some gymnastics. Maybe I could make it into the Olympics if I was good.
I underestimated the danger in gymnastics though. I fell off the gymnastics bar on the first day getting a huge cut.
I was definitely quitting that. I was already ten years old and I still
couldn’t find a sport to enjoy. I always ended in failure. “I suggest you try soccer, Carl. It can’t be that bad,” said my dad.
The first season of soccer wasn’t that bad because I never got fouled. I was getting good at the game. I could juke and nutmeg everybody and on defense I could slide tackle almost anybody. That changed in the second season. Everybody was at my skill level and I didn’t have much I could do about it. Eventually in the fifth game of the season, I got fouled and ended up with a broken leg for six months.
I figured out a way I could make lots of money on a fun sport. If I played darts, the only way I could get hurt is if an emotionally challenged person throws a dart at me.
My darts career started in high school when I was taking AP classes. I studied for big exams when I needed to, but I always threw at the dartboard once in awhile. Once I finished AP classes, I decided to not go to college. I wanted to start a career of
I am Dave. I want to be a wide receiver for the San Francisco 49ers. It was a dream that I have dreamed of for a very long time. I remember every touchdown that I’ve scored since I was five. That was when I scored my first touchdown. I was the starting wide receiver. Our coach called forth that we go do Slants. I ran forth as I watch fifteen linebackers blitz the quarterback. He threw the ball. It hit me and I caught it. It was a bright spotlight on me as I ran the ten yards for a touchdown. I was proud.
It didn’t always turn into a touchdown though. Another game when we were playing against a different team, it was the same situation. I was the wide receiver and the teammates all were ready for the game winning play. The score …show more content…
My helmet flew off my head. My shoulder pads felt loose all of a sudden. They too fell off. The person who rammed me fell on me. His helmet banged my head. I was bleeding. They took me to the emergency room and that was when I knew I had to quit. My dream of making it onto the 49er team went up in flames
“Dave, I’m sorry,” my mother said, “ maybe next time we can try a different sport.”
“Thank for the comfort,” I replied. I didn’t think it was very safe.
Three years later, I decided to try baseball. I was on first base waiting for the other team to hit the ball so that I could catch it. The other team was ready. The pitcher threw a fast curveball.
He swung. Strike one.
The pitcher threw it again. Strike …show more content…
I was going to do some gymnastics. Maybe I could make it into the Olympics if I was good.
I underestimated the danger in gymnastics though. I fell off the gymnastics bar on the first day getting a huge cut.
I was definitely quitting that. I was already ten years old and I still
couldn’t find a sport to enjoy. I always ended in failure. “I suggest you try soccer, Carl. It can’t be that bad,” said my dad.
The first season of soccer wasn’t that bad because I never got fouled. I was getting good at the game. I could juke and nutmeg everybody and on defense I could slide tackle almost anybody. That changed in the second season. Everybody was at my skill level and I didn’t have much I could do about it. Eventually in the fifth game of the season, I got fouled and ended up with a broken leg for six months.
I figured out a way I could make lots of money on a fun sport. If I played darts, the only way I could get hurt is if an emotionally challenged person throws a dart at me.
My darts career started in high school when I was taking AP classes. I studied for big exams when I needed to, but I always threw at the dartboard once in awhile. Once I finished AP classes, I decided to not go to college. I wanted to start a career of