The Big Day :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Big Day Heekin quit fucking staring at the clouds you might be playing this workweekend, screamed Coach Bernardi. All week I waited, sweating every night just wondering if Saturday would be the day I would start my first college footb all told 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 have been rung out to make a full cup of water. My Saturday morning started just as every other football players did 1000a.m wake up, then a short walk over to the dome for walkthroughs. wherefore to The Place for my usual breakfast the hungry man 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 cream of three pancakes or French toast. After that huge meal I couldnt resist just going back to the do rms and finding a cracking resting place in my bed. For some reason every person in the damn dorms insisted in walking into my room and waking me up so I was not the most cheerful person when the alarm clock went off three hours later. Trevor constitute you ass out of bed your late for team meal, verbalise Bobby. No I cant be I set my alarm for 2p.m. Yea but you have hit the snooze button basketball team times so that means its about 220 right now and meal started five minutes 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?