Football Narrative
Mark Arbogast
Tues/ Thurs 10-11:50
Mr.Keller
English 1111 The Shoulder Injury
There had been only a couple days left till the very first football game of my senior year. The team we are playing was the Haywood County Spurs, and the game we had been preparing and practicing for since our sophomore year. The sun was blistering hot, shining down on my shoulder pads, baking me in my uniform like a freshly made apple pie on a summer day. This only made practice worse as I put all effort into it as I could. I was so sore and fatigued and happy that by the end of the week we wouldn’t be having any more sweat dripping practices. 100 yard dashes and High-jumps were not something people wanted to do every day, that’s for sure. And after those warm-up exercises we moved onto play calling. The team worked hard together during practices and repetitively did each and every play so that they came to us like a fond habit. We wanted to have these plays inscribed in our minds as we slept.
Then, creating a strange tranquil moment, Assistant Coach Harrison yells, "Final Play!"
This play, this very play was "Green 336" which is handoff to the running back, me, straight out of our Draw series. I ran to the right of the quarterback ball in my hands holding it like a sack of potatoes. We ran the play making sure we didn’t need to make any changes and observed. I let out a moan of relief because we were finally done with the worst part of practice. Then usually someone will complain or bitch about not knowing their route on a screen play and we will have to run it again. Coach Anderson put him upon himself and decided we needed to run through that last screen play before we spent the rest of practice perfecting our defense.
The play was silently made in the huddle with all intentions of finally getting it correct. I paused myself and ran the play through my head a thousand times remembering what the snap count was supposed to be. I then would run through again and figure out
Tues/ Thurs 10-11:50
Mr.Keller
English 1111 The Shoulder Injury
There had been only a couple days left till the very first football game of my senior year. The team we are playing was the Haywood County Spurs, and the game we had been preparing and practicing for since our sophomore year. The sun was blistering hot, shining down on my shoulder pads, baking me in my uniform like a freshly made apple pie on a summer day. This only made practice worse as I put all effort into it as I could. I was so sore and fatigued and happy that by the end of the week we wouldn’t be having any more sweat dripping practices. 100 yard dashes and High-jumps were not something people wanted to do every day, that’s for sure. And after those warm-up exercises we moved onto play calling. The team worked hard together during practices and repetitively did each and every play so that they came to us like a fond habit. We wanted to have these plays inscribed in our minds as we slept.
Then, creating a strange tranquil moment, Assistant Coach Harrison yells, "Final Play!"
This play, this very play was "Green 336" which is handoff to the running back, me, straight out of our Draw series. I ran to the right of the quarterback ball in my hands holding it like a sack of potatoes. We ran the play making sure we didn’t need to make any changes and observed. I let out a moan of relief because we were finally done with the worst part of practice. Then usually someone will complain or bitch about not knowing their route on a screen play and we will have to run it again. Coach Anderson put him upon himself and decided we needed to run through that last screen play before we spent the rest of practice perfecting our defense.
The play was silently made in the huddle with all intentions of finally getting it correct. I paused myself and ran the play through my head a thousand times remembering what the snap count was supposed to be. I then would run through again and figure out