Throughout my years of playing field hockey during the summer, none were as memorable as my senior season. Although many reasons to say this, some of the major ones include the many and difficult running tests, the Wyomissing game, and playing in my position of outside defensive back. Memorable can be defined as worth remembering or easily remembered. Because of this, not all the previously stated topics are positive moments in my life. All of the previously stated contributed to the memorable senior season. Although mostly enjoyable, a dreaded part of summer field hockey includes running tests. Every day, before practice, we would complete one of these tests. A few examples of these test include the mile, timed team laps, and running to different As a defenseman, I stay in the back in front of the goalie. My job is to stop the other team from bringing the ball into the circle and moving it up the field. Although a difficult poston, it is rewarding because you get to stop the other team from scoring a goal while helping your own team in the process. Even though you are in the back as a defensimen, a goalie is still there. However, the goalie does not want to make many saves. The primary job of a goalie is to be able to see the entire field, therefore talk to the defencemen about where to go along with people higher up on the field. Because Because of this, my senior summer season was not only memorable but also enjoyable. Whether it be just playing with my teammates on the field in a passing game, to an intense game against our rival Exeter Township High School. Or even an exhausting run test. All of the previously mentioned are memorable. And all of them benefited me. Because not only did I become better as an athlete and field hockey player, I learned a lot of life lessons that I still carry with me today. Although some good and some bad, I really miss playing Wilson High School field
Originally born in Moscow, Russia, I came to the United States fourteen years ago with my parents along with my unrelated brother as their newly adopted children. Transitioning to a new country can be hard, but not knowing the language is even harder. For the first few years of my life, I struggled to speak, write and read any English. Since then, I have become acclimated to the American culture and state of mind and learned English proficiently, but, lost touch with my mother tongue because I spoke minimal Russian. I have always been proud to acknowledge and tell others that I am adopted from Mother Russia. However, over the past several years my curiosity and desire to learn about my native homeland have increased significantly. My interest in the Russian language reignited last year when I overheard a Russian and Kazakh having a conversation in Russian. I soon found myself listening to anyone anywhere, who spoke Russian.
SOI-The purpose of this creative piece of writing is an entry from one of our hockey games from tournament. I have tried to use a connection to compare battle or war to hockey, to make the story become more brutal and realistic. I have written in first person to show that it is in my perspective and what I recollect from the game.
style of play of goalies these days has evolved greatly from the base styles that
“Each year, when hockey season starts, Mr. Allen walks a little faster, holds his chin a little higher, and smiles a little brighter.” A week into our season- Saturday, December 5th, 2015 – it was game day, we would be traveling to a school in Massachusetts. There was 17 of us on the team; 3 freshmen, 6 sophomores, 1 junior, 7 seniors. Majority of us were at the school because of the head coach, Ed Allen. He was the type of man you wanted to play for, work your hardest for, but more importantly he was the type of man you wanted to be around, to talk to, and to listen to the very few but wise words he said. His biggest thing was being relentless and being selfless; to have a what can I give, not a what can I get attitude.
Playing lacrosse in 6th grade made me want to play it now and in the future. Lacrosse in 6th grade made me like to run and love the sport everywhere I go. It made me want to play the sport now and in the future because it makes me think that I am being used in practices, games, and scrimmages. Lacrosse has helped me today by running faster in basketball, getting the ball lower in volleyball and getting the ball quicker in field hockey in gym class. Lacrosse has changed me as a person to work together on other sports on teams, work together in small or big groups on projects and say something positive to teammates on sports and for my friends.
Defensemen have a variety of different roles in the defensive and offensive zone. In the defensive zone, the defensemen are responsible for keeping themselves between the opponent and the goalie at all times to decrease scoring opportunities. The defensemen also need to force the opponents to the perimeter of the ice rink where it is harder to take a shot. In the offensive zone, defensemen support the wingers and centers while they are creating scoring chances closer to the net. It is important for defensemen to avoid turnovers at the blue line, and to move the puck to the wingers. Taking an accurate, powerful slap shot from the blue line can put the puck on net to either score or create an excellent rebound opportunity.
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
Right before my freshman year in high school, my family relocated back to Texas and we arrived in College Station. While there was a local hockey team, it was not at the level I was playing and the closest team was in Dallas. Twice a week, my parents drove me over three hours each way for practices after school and then we traveled virtually every weekend for games. Sometimes we played in Dallas, other times we flew to tournaments in Chicago, Detroit and Boston. The travel was exhausting and my grades suffered a little as I tried adjusting to the rigors of high school with my hockey schedule. By my sophomore
over speed is where you go to the center circle and go around it as fast as you can go. We did that for about five minutes. Then we did goal line to the blue line back, then to the red line back, then to the far blue line, back, then around the net to the same blue line, then back, then around the net to the red line back, then around the net to the blue line back. We also did a three on three scrimmage. Then we did a drill where we had to have a line on each blue line and go across the ice and pass to that line and get it back and go to shout. Then we did the breakout drill and then also go back in the zone for a three on two. Then we did a shout out, but the twist is because we have to do pushups every time we don't score. I went for my shot and I missed I went for a top shelf but went to high. So I went to do my pushups. They were hard to do on the ice. The next time I scored, but the next person scored after, so I had to do pushups, but he didn't. My coach said we can shoot the pucks around for the last five
Fear: an unpleasant emotion caused by the notion that someone or something is perilous, liable to cause pain, or a threat.
My whole life I have played a sport. Whether that be soccer, or lacrosse, or field hockey. Playing a sport and being a part of a team was something I always knew how to do. I always knew how to play the sport as a team and not score on your own. My lacrosse team consisted of about 18-19 girls: 6 offenders, 6 defenders, 2 goalies, and the rest were mid-fielders. My favorite position was mid-fielder, I always enjoyed playing all the part that consisted of being on the team. I loved playing both defense and offense, I liked assisting with goals and I also loved stopping goals. My travel team taught me things that I did not learn anywhere else, my team taught me the true importance of teamwork, how to be a leader, or how winning is not always the most important thing.
My senior year of football was one to forget. High school sports are supposed to be the best time of our lives. It is a time where you make friends and create a brotherhood with your teammates. Football in particular, the sport that supposedly builds character and family. Of course everyone goes through hardships and has struggles; but overall, it is about building you up and not tearing you down. It seems that my whole football career was full of upsets and hardships. I can barely count on two hands the good times I shared with my teammates. From arguing all the time, to losing every game, to being dismissed from the team and having a young coach who has never played football; my football career was something I would never want to relive.
Hockey. A sport I have always loved ever since I was a kid. It was when my dad had taken me to an open ice skate when my hockey life began. I had my first pair of skates as a present when I was four years old. I never really knew of the sport at the time, but now I was able to expirence it. No one was present on the ice as I entered the rink. The cold of the ice ran down my back as I took my first steps on. The cold didn’t stop me though. As I stepped upon the ice, I had a feeling of relief. Hockey is what let me go fast. Always have I been the fastest kid in my class and hockey let me expand on what I loved to do. One stride at a time I went, until I was able to glide upon the ice. My blades of my skates sunk into the ice like a lion tearing at its prey. As the frost beat against my face, I soon realized that I was able to skate. Even though it was all fuzzy in my memory, I remember feeling all types of joy rush all throughout my body. It was the first sign of potential in hockey. It was a first omen.
It was two days until the first game of my last high school football season. My team and I were going to play Bayfield, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
Jeff Kemp, a retired professional NFL quarterback, once stated, “Sports teach positive lessons that enrich America even while revealing its flaws” (Kemp). Athletics offer so much more than the joy of game day and the thrill of a win. Being involved in sports holds the key to a world filled with passion, excitement, and once in a lifetime opportunities. There is nothing better than seeing the student section arrive in full force or hearing the school fight song chanted before kickoff. However, when life moves on and leaves sports behind, the lessons it has instilled in athletes never disappears. The play calls may be foggy and the jersey will be too tight, but what was innocently learned in the jersey shines out at an older age. Although life lessons can be learned through everyday activities, lessons such as teamwork, self-confidence, and dealing with failure are only truly learned through sports by young athletes.