A Narrative Essay On The Most Dangerous Game

The whistle blew to start the second game of the new season. After a win that morning, we were eager to begin playing again. Already sweating, I touched the soccer ball to my teammate and we began the fight for another win. After a rather uneventful first half, the fluorescent ball had yet to find the back of the net. Neither team had taken control of the game and it seemed like it might stay that way. As the game droned on, the sun descended in the sky, and my legs strained more with each successive step, I was longing for the final three whistles so I could travel home. This game was beginning to feel more like a marathon with each passing minute. Some excitement, drama, or the conclusion of the game seemed to be miles away. Little did I know that the tragedy and triumph of the game was yet to come. Finally, as I’m sure the end of the game was nearing, we seemed to break loose on what seemed like a promising attack. I …show more content…
My teammates raised me up as they realized something was wrong. As I was hopping off the field, the pain finally fully set in. I was beginning to admit that this wasn’t just a meager tweak that would go away in an hour or a day or even a week. I was beginning to hope that it would be something that would heal in a month. Once I exited the field, a new thought crossed my mind, What happened? I didn’t see anybody step on me. I didn’t step on a rough spot in the dry grass. Most importantly, my foot felt completely normal before it happened. I pondered these thoughts for the next few hours; however, I never did arrive at a conclusion. “You have a fracture in the fifth metatarsal of your left foot,” the doctor told me without a hint of sympathy in his voice, as if years in the hospital had destroyed his sense of empathy. After informing him of what had happened, he explained to me that I probably made it worse by continuing to play. I turned to my Dad and joked, ”Worth