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Reflection on mentorship
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Importance of family When I was in the sixth grade I was playing football for a scout’s team that I was on. We were on the road playing a much hated Greybull football team. We were wanted to secure an unbelievable season with an undefeated record 9-0. There was only one problem, we had to fight Greybull to cap off our perfect season with a record of 10-0. It was 2nd down and we were on our side of the field and we were on defense. Our defense was really good, our defensive line was bigger than their offensive line. Our defense were destroying their offense. But they still managed to get a couple of scores on us, we were not the happiest campers. We lead by a couple of scores me and my buddy Dylon were fighting each other to see who can get the most sacks of the game. Well it was second down and on our side of the field, when I busted through their o line, I jumped over their running back that was trying to block me. I woke up with our teams medics staring into my eyes, I couldn’t hear them talking all I could see were there lips …show more content…
It wasn’t till that day when I realized that I needed my family and really close friends to take care me because after that I saw that even a close family friend can be considered your family through thick and thin. We ended up winning the game to cap off our perfect season, we went on to win our conference for middle school football with the same band of brothers who I played football with. To me they will always be my brothers because I know that we have got each other’s backs through anything. To close this awesome essay you don’t need actual family members to be counted as family members even someone that is a family friend can be considered your family. And that playing a sport you as an individual can form a brotherly bond that stays together as a
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Our All-Star team made it to State which was held in the warm July sun down in Terre Haute, Indiana. Pete, a short red haired kid was my best friend at the time, he would play second base and I would be the shortstop, we were the best two players on the team and we always had each other’s back. Before our first game at State, Pete and I always did our handshake but this time it felt more special because we were both so hype and caught up in the moment that all I remember him saying was “It’s your world. Get on base and let me hit you in, let’s go!” I was always the number one hitter and Pete was number two, the best two baseball players, so we were the ones carrying the team. To start off the game, I hit a double off the wall, pointed at the dugout and my teammates went crazy. The families in the stands started chanting, and it felt like I was on top of the world. Next batter is Pete, he gets a fastball over the plate and belts it into right field, I score and start clapping and our team is going ballistic as we started the game off to a quick 1-0 start. We all thought we had this game in the bag. After the top of the first we were on defense. Our best pitcher was on the mound and everyone in
As I looked at the scoreboard all I was focusing on was the running clock…25...24...23...22... "One last play and this things over" I said to my teammates in the huddle. "The easiest play in all of football baby!" RJ exclaimed to me. 18…17…16...15 I ran up to the line, a sigh over relief came over me. I knew I did it again. "HIKE!" And all I had to do was take a knee. 12... 10.... 8... 6...4...2...1. Game over, 55-49. In my head all I could think about was the MVP of the game: ME.
With seconds to spare I arrived at batting practice and began to prepare for my game. I hear coach call out my name and as I he acknowledged that I was there he told me I was pitching. My brain shifted and went into a whole new mode, I was more focused and more determined than I have ever been. This was the biggest baseball game of my career and I 'm starting on the mound. Honestly it couldn 't have turned out any better, the fate of the pin and my team lied in my hands and I loved the pressure. The pressure made me thrive and before I knew it our team was marching onto the field for the national anthem. During the singing of the national anthem I peeked into the crowd and first row down the first base side was the little boy I met on the cart and his dad sitting right next to him. This game was for that little boy, I needed to impress him. I pitched six strong innings and my team ended up winning the game. It was the most exciting game of my career and the best part was being greeted with the best pin in the tournament after such a spectacular win. The little boy ran out into the middle of the field where we shook our opponents hands and in front of everyone in the stadium handed me the only thing I cared about besides winning. I was in the best mood for the rest of the day and I rewarded myself with a nice long sleep. I could only image what the next day had to
I remember taking a deep breath, closing my eyes, and listening to the silence around me. All of my hard hours of work and preparation were for that very performance. The lights shown on the freshly cut football field, the crowd filled the stands, and we were all stood at attention at the endzone. It was the home invite for the Kankakee Valley High School Marching Band and twelve other schools from all around.
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Football has been a big part of my life ever since I was a little kid. I almost always tried to play football when I could with my brothers if they weren’t busy messing around. During recess in grade school my class would try to start a football game and I would be the first in to be picked on a team. My first time being on a “football team” was in little league my third grade year and I’ve never missed a year yet now that I am a senior in highschool and I’m hoping to continue it in college. Football made the person who I am today, it changed me in many ways and affected how I am as a person.
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
It was in the middle of the summer and the heat was setting in on everyone. Baseball was the summer sport for the town of Pine Island. My team was so good that year that we got first in a tournament that qualified us for state. The first half of the summer, up until mid July, had been hot, dry, and filled with a lot of 13 and 14 year old kids that knew how to play baseball. We had a lot talent and were ready to put that talent to test in our state tournament. Not many kids are able to go through the thrill of going to state with a team that they love to play on. The morning of the state tournament we woke up, packed our bags with the sun half way over the horizon, and headed off to the state tournament. When we got to the field to play our first state tournament baseball game, we were thrilled. We arrived at an amatuer baseball team stadium ready to play Apple Valley. Walking into this stadium was like walking into and MLB stadium except with a lot less fans. Just being here was the coolest thing I could’ve asked for. After doing the national anthem and getting all of the butterflies out we started the game.
It was hot outside, any touch of a breeze was a blessing. As the sky was bright blue and the rich, green grass had been freshly watered, it was all the makings for beautiful day . . . or so I thought. We were in mid-softball season, the point of just starting to get comfortable around your new teammates. I was a shy sophomore who got pulled up to varsity, the new faces of upperclassmen were now my teammates with whom I am supposed to form a bond.
I believe that there is no fear because there is nothing in sports that you can not face for example, football my freshman year I was a little scared to play on the field and get hit or miss a tackle but I never showed it to my teammates or coaches but then one game my coach put me in and I remember getting the football and I ran for 30 yards until a kid from the other team hit me but then I went in again this time I was blocking and I see someone come full speed at me and just hits me..I fell on the ground hard but I quickly got back up and still blocked...The point is It did not hurt as much as I thought also we have protection, after that day I wanted to be in more I gained confidence and no fear through that experience. My Sophomore year came and I was more involved in football this year because I knew what I was doing and I was not afraid. I did not just have a fear of only football I
Our kicker went on to kick the extra point, as only one minute remained on the time clock. The Clark Cougars went on to beat the Williams Warriors. I could see it now on the front page of the town newspaper. "Clark demolishes Williams for the first time in 14 years!" We finally beat the best team in the world! As we celebrated, and jumped around on the soggy grass, a tear came to my eye. It was all hitting me now. I finally achieved the goal of my life! I could not control the tremendous smirk on my face. As I watched the coach from the opposing team cry in agony, I thought to myself, "That must be what they call the agony of defeat." I knew that the moment of my life I had long waited for, was gone. Only memories are left in my mind, and I cherish every single one of them.
Football has provided me with a lot of memories that I will never forget; one memory is winning our conference my junior year in high
In the 7th grade all of the biddy league Newark teams came together to form a middle school team. I was ready to play another year of football. I was so excited when we got new Nike uniforms for my first year of middle school football. We did not win very many games during my first year of middle school, it was not everything I hoped it to be. I never got in the games, I was always standing on the sidelines watching the game.
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.