Personal Narrative-Learning The Tricks Of The Trade
Learning the Tricks of the Trade I had been a football fan all my life as a teenager going into high school. I never had the balls to play though. This all changed during the end of my sophomore year of high school when I decided I would sign up to join the football team for the upcoming season. I understood the game, the lingo, and how to play. I had just never played organized football before. I was nervous, having really no experience whatsoever. After my first few practices, my coaches told me I had large amounts of potential and that I should take advantage of it and work my butt off. That’s what I did. Summer practice was an interesting experience for me. The normal process is that the team does conditioning and practice with no pads starting in late June. Then, in late July, we start with pads. Practicing with pads on was very
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“I have to go into the game thinking I’m going to win it. I’m going to do it for my team. For everyone.”
“That’s my boy. Don’t be a pussy. Pussies don’t win. Now go to sleep, you have a big game tomorrow.”
We won the first game 48 to 28. I threw for 220 yards and 3 touchdown passes. I was on top of the world. I was king of the school, and I had never been happier. My coach told me to keep my cool around all the hype and everything, but I couldn’t contain myself. I got hotheaded and it ended up biting me in the ass.
The next week I went into it thinking I was the best quarterback in the world. I thought the next game would be a cakewalk. I was wrong. We ended up losing by 21. What my coach said to me the previous week was one of the most important things I could’ve learned. Keep your cool and don’t underestimate your opponent. I took these words to heart and, just like that, the team started running on all cylinders again. We won 10 straight and found ourselves in the CIF Semi-finals. We were up against a team that was regarded as one of the best in all of California, but my team remained
“I have to go into the game thinking I’m going to win it. I’m going to do it for my team. For everyone.”
“That’s my boy. Don’t be a pussy. Pussies don’t win. Now go to sleep, you have a big game tomorrow.”
We won the first game 48 to 28. I threw for 220 yards and 3 touchdown passes. I was on top of the world. I was king of the school, and I had never been happier. My coach told me to keep my cool around all the hype and everything, but I couldn’t contain myself. I got hotheaded and it ended up biting me in the ass.
The next week I went into it thinking I was the best quarterback in the world. I thought the next game would be a cakewalk. I was wrong. We ended up losing by 21. What my coach said to me the previous week was one of the most important things I could’ve learned. Keep your cool and don’t underestimate your opponent. I took these words to heart and, just like that, the team started running on all cylinders again. We won 10 straight and found ourselves in the CIF Semi-finals. We were up against a team that was regarded as one of the best in all of California, but my team remained