FOOTBALL!! by koby kash fisher!! AKA the beast of basketball AKA THE MASTER OF DIASASTER

FOOTBALL!!!!


Every day after school my friends and I play tackle football at the football field by our houses. There like 20 of us on the field. I play quarterback and kicker and punt returner. I get tackled sometimes but when im getting tackled it’s usually from someone way bigger then me in high school. They are huge like big giants or trees. I get a lot of scratches from getting tackled. It doesn’t hurt that much. Im the youngest one that’s in middle school playing. We always get into arguments. Its just really a really competitive competition. We are still going to be friends its just we are really wanting to prove too one another who’s the best.

The football field we played at was very warm, the sun shining and the wind standing still. When im cold and I get tackled I would get warm because it’s kind of cold out side. The football field is warm because there’s a lot of grass, like long yard sticks with hair. The football field is not really a football field it’s just a really big field by my house. The field has really big trees around it. My friend and there friends come. New people come everyday.

During the same time, a kid was running on the sideline and got tackled and hit his head. He jumped up in a shock. He didn’t know what was happening. His head was bleeding a little and he had a big bump. I asked him” are you ok” while I was walking him home. He said “not really my head hurts and I am bleeding”!! He was hurt bad. When we got to his house his mom said” you are not ever going back to that field to play football again!!

When I caught the punt return. I was running down field they couldn’t catch me until I almost got to the in zone. So I ran all the way back. Then I just ran past all them and got tackled in the in zone. I got back up and twisted my ankle. Everyone was laughing at me. The girls ran on to the field and helped me up. They where just my friends. They where talking to each other and said “I feel sorry for him his ankles looks like its hurt” after they helped me up and took me to the sidelines. They where all older then me. They where in like 9th and 10th grade.

These times, place, stories and field are important to me because they all are memories that remind me of that day. The field is important to me because I always play on it and its basically mine. No body takes care of it. I mowed it a couple times. The memories mean a lot to me because I helped that guy out when he was hurt and then I got hurt and the girls helped me. I felt pretty good after I helped that guy. So now on when people get hurt I am going to want someone to help me too.