Football admissions essay

This is what ran through my head as a cold November breeze stung the exposed flesh that my uniform did not cover. It was the last quarter of the last game of my 7th grade football season against Unami—the powerhouse junior high who fed one of the best high school football teams in the state of Pennsylvania—CB East. We were losing by 4 points, but we had the ball, and we had enough time for at more play.

Coach Vivaqua looked at me with his cold stare that somehow motivated us to perform, as not to disappoint him

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I could feel the salty sting of my sweat dripping into my eyes as I watched the ball spiral perfectly through the air, as if it was honed on to my fingertips. He told me that it was time for the tackle eligible—a trick play in which the lineman was able to go out for a pass. The huddle broke, and we started walking towards the line of scrimmage, the last play of the game about to commence. I have been through such hardship during football that I now possess the hard-to-attain qualities of maturity and leadership.

In the years to come, high school football brought numerous hip injuries—the last of which still has not fully healed and will never be the way it once was—effectively ending my football career. My calves burned as if on fire as I made cuts I did not know I was capable of until finally I was pulled down onto the cold, concrete-hard dirt of the end zone. I could feel the moist blades of grass as I placed my hand on the ground; the mud slowly oozed out engulfing my fingertips, as if to tell me I should stay on the line as usual—that I was insane if I thought I could actually catch a pass. We had done this play in practice, but being a lineman I had never caught a pass in my entire football career. It is through football that I have been able to work in groups in school, to present in front of the entire class, to slave 58 hours in order to complete my graduation project, to listen to what my boss wants accomplished, and to help my friends with girl problems. I told Coach V that I did not think we should waste our last play on me, but his stare only hardened: “It takes a lot of pressure to form a diamond,” he barked at me as he turned around and started to walk back to the sideline. The dark cloud that fell over my favorite sport was very upsetting; however, it has granted me the immortality promised by the Holy Grail—character.

Common topics in this essay:
Coach Vivaqua, Holy Grail—character, Essay Character—the, Holy Grail, Pennsylvania—CB East, school football, football career,

Approximate Word count = 726
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)

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