Personal Narrative: Why I Love Football

I was in the spotlight everywhere I went. People would always say "hi or whats up" to me. I would say that I was very well known and respected. This was all due to me playing the one sport that I loved, football. I loved this sport, it was a very physical sport with bone crushing hits and speedsters that will blow past you in a second. This was the sport for me. But on one fateful day, I went from basking in the sun, to the darkness of nights in one play due to my greed.

It was a warm, but cool October day, it was game day. It started off like any old Friday, it was the last day of school for the week. The spirits were high and that helped make the day go by faster. There were posters and banners all around the school for game day. Yeah there were other sports like volleyball and cross country, but no it was football that was the star of the day. School's out! I'm getting all padded up, ready and hungry to play today. I was such a good football player that I was a starter on both junior varsity and varsity. But on this day, I wouldn't play another snap of football for almost four years.
The game went by with no hiccups, we easily won that one. It was a blowout! I can't remember the score, I couldn't even recall how many touchdowns or sacks I had, there were too many. I had bone crushing hits on the quarterback playing defensive end and sped past defenders at running back. While I was getting ready for the varsity game, I didn't feel right, the game didn't feel right. But like they say the show must go on! It was a very slow start for us in the varsity game. We didn't even score in the first half and I didn't get a sack. I felt like I lead the team down, I was supposed to be the leader of this