College Writing 1
1 October 2018
The Game That Changed My Life
“Defense! Defense!” The stadium was filled with loud, rambunctious people waiting to see who was going to win the game. As the sweat dripped down the players’ exhausted faces, the ball was placed onto the cold, damp turf. The ball was snapped, pads were flying, fists were being swung from all directions. As the time was winding down on the clock from 3….2…1… the crowd was going wild. I look up and I see my teammate had made the final sack to win the game. I looked around seeing my community, teammates, and coaches smiles as wide as the Mississippi River. I see tears rolling down like a waterfall on all my teammates and coaches faces.
It was a brisk morning on a beautiful Thursday in November. I grew up in small town 20 minutes north of Madison called Lodi. It was just like any other average small-town school. Tractors holding up traffic for people going to work, fresh country air of cow poop, everyone knew everyone. It was a town where you could walk up to anyone at Kwik Trip and have a conversation with them for hours. I was ready to take on the day and seize it. I drove to school ready to see my other senior teammates and greet them. Before school began I discussed with a few of my teammates our thoughts on the game and how it was going to go. We told each other that we needed to go in confident and at the top of our game. One of my teammates, Dominic stated, “We could go down in history for this school. We need to make this community and school proud.” As we all left our separate ways for school, all I could think about is the game that night and my teammates.
All of us are like family. We push each other in school, sports, and outside of school. We were all very close. We all worked out together every morning, five days a week. We would always go to dinners every Thursdays before games on Friday. We all loved each other and would do anything for each other. I couldn’t focus in school because all I could think about was the game. I watched all the film on the opposing team in classes over a million times, or at least in seemed it like. I was sitting in my last class anxious and watching the clock tick slowly as the last few seconds went by. When school was done I knew it was not long before we could go out on that field and annihilate some kids.
Later that night the team all packed into a bus and we were off. We were all crammed onto the bus, quiet and determined about the game, we left to make history. When we arrived at the field we all got off and just stared in awe and couldn’t believe we were here. I had to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. We all walked together to the locker room, got changed and waited. As we were all waiting patiently, the coaches walked in and they began to give us a pep talk. The main thing I remember from my coach’s pep talks is to do it not for us,...