Personal Narrative: My First Football Game

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“Serve’s up” I yell with my team’s libero. It’s our regional match and we’re tied with the number two team in the state 2-2. Even if we win this set we still have to win two more to be the victors. The ball flies over the net and thunk our libero shanks it to the bleachers. I look to the bench. My coach sits there displaying her same expression at the start of every game. Her emotion is completely hidden; she’s stone faced. “Hey let’s go” she yells. 12 serves and a sideout later the score is 14-3, we have 3, and we’re off to the side for a timeout. I stare at my coach desperately trying to decipher her emotions. Is she hopeful, does she think we will win, or has she already lost all hope for us and is just trying to do her duty as a coach? I can’t tell. The timeout ends and we’re back to the court. Two sets later, we’re at the net slapping hands; the …show more content…
I just stared into her eyes. Hidden by thick lenses made glasses with wired frames. I stare at the feet coming out the side of her eyes created by the tears, stress, and smiles that comes with coaching a team. I could never really understand Coach Hill, how she did what she did or why. Each year she would believe in us and take her time to try to make us better even though each year a majority of the girls would try to get her fired. She never stopped and told us how unappreciative we were. She just kept doing what she did, making plays, watching videos, attending coaching camps, and buying gifts for snobby high school girls who thought they deserved better than her. When the team heard she was leaving most expressed wide full grins or tears of joy but I just stood frozen in shock. One tear filled my eye but did not fall. Coach Hill wouldn't have wanted me to cry; she would have told me something about maturing and growing and how things in life happen for a reason and not to be selfish because this is best for