The Big Day :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Big Day Heekin quit fucking staring at the clouds you dexterity be playing this weekend, screamed animal trainer Bernardi. All week I waited, pass every night just wondering if Saturday would be the day I would start my first college footb each(prenominal) game. Every night I archetype what I would do if I was to start, was I ready for this? I would be a little chihuahua amongst a pack of wolves on the field. But all week I had trained to the point that all the sweat in my shirt could have been rung out to make a adept cup of water. My Saturday morning started just as every other football players did 1000a.m wake up, then a short walk everyplace to the dome for walkthroughs. Then to The Place for my usual breakfast the hungry homo special three eggs, two pieces of bacon, two patties of sausage, a portion of hash browns that was the size of my hand stretched out, and my choice of three pancakes or French toast. aft(prenominal) that huge meal I couldn t resist just difference back to the dorms and finding a great resting place in my bed. For many reason every person in the damn dorms insisted in move into my room and waking me up so I was not the to the highest degree cheerful person when the dismay clock went off three hours later. Trevor larn you ass out of bed your late for team meal, said Bobby. No I cant be I set my alarm for 2p.m. Yea but you have hit the snooze button quint times so that means its about 220 advanced now and meal started five minutes ago. That was a great guidance to get this all started walking late into team meal I could just imagine what the coaches were going to say to me when I got there. As I walk in to the dining hall I find Coach Bernardi sitting in a chair. Damn Heekin where the hell have you been I thought you were going to be a no show Were you frightened that you might have to play today?