Personal Narrative: My Experience With A Football Team

Ready to fight like a starving mountain chicken underneath those Friday night lights, we stared down the opponent. With sweat in my eyes, I yelled,“ Ya gotta want it.” We all knew if we couldn't beat Decora, all hopes of being district champions would be gone.
“Just a normal game,” I told myself, as we took that excruciating long bus ride down to our final game of the season. As of then we were five and two; nevertheless, still looking for that final win against a team we’ve never had to play. Rumor had it they had the same record as us, but we were a solid freshman team. Having faced upperclassmen in the past and held up against them. We suited up as the rain started to fall. Even though I had butterflies in my stomach, I took my place on the field. The game has begun.
One wrong step and you were faceplanting into the drenched grass. Decora was showing us that they were here to win and not letting up at all, but we dug our heels into the ground and played some football. As the game progressed, so did the rain. “I’m slipping all over the place,” I told the coach when they broke free for a 50-yard touchdown pass. I was livid because I leaped after him and got nothing but air. “I got to step it up,” telling myself, as we were falling behind with five minutes left of the half. We pushed and fought to put together a drive that tied up the game, but, more importantly, slowed the down the momentum of a team who thought they were everything to the moon and