The Big Day :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Big Day Heekin quit fucking staring at the clouds you might be playing this weekend, screamed Coach Bernardi. All week I waited, sweating every night just wondering if Saturday would be the day I would start my eldest college football game. Every night I thought 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 sustain been rung unwrap to make a full cup of water. My Saturday morning started just as every other football players did 1000a.m wake up, then a suddenly walk over to the dome for walkthroughs. Then to The Place for my usual breakfast the hungry man special three eggs, two pieces of bacon, two patties of sausage, a character of hash browns that was the size of my hand stretched discover, and my choice of three pancakes or French toast. After that huge meal I couldnt resist just button back to the dorms and finding a great resting place in my bed. For some reason every person in the damn dorms insisted in walking into my mode and waking me up so I was not the most cheerful person when the alarm clock went off three hours later. Trevor get 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 suck up hit the snooze button five times so that means its about 220 right now and meal started five legal proceeding ago. That was a great way 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 afraid that you might have to play today?