Descriptive Essay-Personal Narrative-American Football

The date was September 29th, and the wind was blowing furiously. It was 50 degrees outside, feeling like 30 degrees due to summer just ending. The score was tied with five seconds remaining in the game against Delavan-Darien. I fell back into my safety position, staring down the quarterback like a wolf approaching its prey. As the quarterback began his cadence, I felt something wet tickling my arms as if little monsters were crawling all over me. The quarterback yelled, “set hut!”, and the receivers began running their routes. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the slot receiver running a drag route across the middle of the field. As he crossed the inside linebackers, the quarterback threw the ball. Right when the receiver was about to catch the ball, I ran up and make a perfectly formed tackle above the receiver's waist at his ribs, forcing the ball to fall loose. The pass was incomplete.
After he throws it, he yells, “Pass interference, defense, number 22. 15 yards, automatic first down.” All flustered over my split-second mistake, I became furious. When we realize that there is no time left on the clock, the coaches and players on the sideline begin game-planning for overtime. The refs decide to give Delavan-Darien one more play, due to the penalty. So, I drop back in my safety position as the rain begins to pick up. I know that the only way Delavan-Darien can score is from a deep ball to the end zone. Knowing this, I back pedal ten more yards back, just to be safe. When the quarterback finishes his cadence, every receiver takes off down the field. I spy number ten, knowing that he is their biggest, fastest, and most productive receiver of the day. I sprint over to number ten right as the quarterback throws the ball. Not even a second later, I jump up, reach my hands above my head, and hope to catch the ball. I intercepted