Football
I got my butt kicked in Pee Wee football. There, I said it. Now, Irealize that it may not seem tough to admit that first year Pee Weefootball was pretty much one of the hardest things that I've everencountered. Then again, the only people who would ever even considerlaughing at that statement would be people who have never been crushed atthe bottom of a pile of seventh graders. My friend Brendan first gave me the idea that Pee Wee football wouldbe a good idea during lunch. We talking about music and stuff in themiddle of the cafeteria, when Brendan mentioned that some of his olderfriends had played Pee Wee football, and really liked it. Half-listening,and concentrating on the delicious flavors of my chocolate Jell-O pudding,I nodded my head and said, "Uh-huh". "Great!", said Brendan, "I'll sign usup right away." He jumped up like a jack-rabbit, and disappeared from myview before I even had a chance to swallow my pudding. The jerk. About two weeks later, I found myself in the middle of the footballfield, surrounded by about 20 other 7th graders. We looked comical,stuffed into oversized padding, and we hardly resembled human beings. Iwaddled around the field for a while, tryi
I couldn't even make out which one ofthe overstuffed jerseys was Brendan, the guy who was responsible forputting me in this situation. He put hislips to the whistle, and the bodies magically fell off me. I was beginning to like the guy withthe whistle. ng to get comfortable in whatseemed like 30 pounds of equipment. The pads on my shoulders began to slip and slide as I struggled downthe field. "Good Job!!! Way to run with that ball and take a hit!", I couldhear the coach shouting through the mound of bodies above me. When we'd finally made it to the whistle-blowing coach in the middleof the field, he grabbed us by the shoulders, and pushed us into twoseparate teams.
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