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The nerves are fuming, mainly in my stomach as the butterflies flutter till no end. “Will everything go to plan? Will our team succeed?” I can not stop thinking about what might happen. Images were racing through my head about my teammates suffering pain on the day. The feeling of desire, and motivation were beliefs running through the coaches and players heads. The last time we played our rivals we lost to them by over 180 points. There is nothing worst than that impression of weakening your school by a massive defeat. It was the day before I played my last football game for the school. Our team were going to play our rivals, a battle we had persistently prepared for since pre-season. The sun was smearing on the back of my neck, radiating the heat to make practice seem inferior. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the year. Our team was repetitively executing structural plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Saturday. The confidence and trust that was shown in each teammates eye at the …show more content…
The greatest game of my life has arrived. Playing on the half forward flank allowed me to create fast run from stoppages. As the shiny sherrin floated into our forward half I grabbed the ball at the highest point. The nerves were all gone when I marked the ball. Lining up for the first goal of the game was an uneasy challenge. As I was walking in to kick the goal the animals were chanting discourteous calls about our school. As it left my black boot it was up to nature to decide if it was going through the tall sticks. Unfortunately it missed to the left side by a metre, I felt frustrated, as my dream could have become a reality. As the game played on I was so proud of the effort and exertion the team was showing. As the game reached half time we were up by 2 points. As I looked into the 21 players eyes I felt the endeavour that wanted to be achieved in the next
The scariest thing that I have ever experienced was dislocating my knee during my high school basketball game. While attending Forestview High in 2013 the second game of the season, I acquired my knee injury against Highland Tech. I was very excited about the game because I worked very hard to take a senior spot and was finally getting the opportunity that I was waiting for. Everyday during practice, I gave my all, all the blood, sweat, and tears that I experienced I just knew it was my time. Tuesday, November 22 we get to Highland, warm up, and finally it's time for tip-off. The first quarter I get off to a rough start getting all the jitters out. Second quarter arrives, then I began to get the feel of the game. As I penetrated down the lane after hitting a mean crossover, I came to a jump stop
On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.
It 's the day before my last high school varsity basketball game as a senior… Wow four years went by this fast who would have imagined this day would have came. All day I was thinking about the season ending. This game meant everything to me, it wasn 't any ordinary game. It 's a section game! Win or go home.. With it being my last high school game I wanted to close the chapter knowing I gave it my all. Practice was probably the most intense it 's ever been for me. Emotions were flaring and we were all on the grind.
We played the most outrageously embarrassing games and yet they brought us closer together, every week I would get more and more excited for monday night so I could spend time with those people who brought a light back into my life. By making a better conn
“If at first you don’t succeed try , try again.” At the age of six I was starting to play football. The game was a hard hitting running and commitment. I was six years old at the time now I’m fourteen a freshman in high school a lot has changed.
It was the last season of my football career and it could not have been going better. We were winning games and were having a blast. The team was giving high fives and banging helmets together. We were a true family; growing closer than any team I had ever been with before. I was standing with my teammates as we said the same prayer before our game as we did every week. “Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” The deep, strong voices rang throughout the room sending chills down my back. I loved it.
My sophomore year eager to begin baseball season, I've have so much detonation and disappointment from the prior year. The team and i had been preparing our butts off this off season. We were determined to break the curse of the baseball team. Out of the past teams no one never made it passed the fourth round and we were willing to do anything to change that. This was the year that we told our self's that were we going to make it the distance and nothing was going stand before us. We needed to be the team to recall as the ones who broke the condemnation and made it to state.
I remember it was a perfect day to play football. The fresh, morning air gave me energy, making me feel
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
Saturday was where it all started! Fresh cut green grass with the untouched freshly painted lines, perfect painted team logo right in the middle of the field. One O’clock rolls around the High School stadium is quite, We start to roll in on the bus. We begin to get together in the locker room, we are about to take the field to warm up. We are all dressed in our gear and ready for the game. It’s almost game time, the fans are beginning to fill the stadium, everyone dressed up in their gear and ready for the game to start. It’s 1:30 the captains from both teams meet in the middle of the field ready for the coin toss. It's game time!
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.
Many of the memories are when my friends and I would make silly little jokes in between cheers and practice. One particular memory that is an honorable one is when I won homecoming queen. That year I had been working hard because I wanted the praise from my mother and the coaches, but I mostly wanted to win at the competition that was soon arriving. Through my dedication and hard work, I had ended up winning homecoming queen for my division and I was extremely happy. A soft breeze had gone through the field as the crown was placed upon my head
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.
It was a cold cloudy Friday morning. The day of the most nerve racking championship game had finally arrived for the two rivalry basketball teams, the Kress Lady Roos and the Hart Lady Horns. Weeks and weeks of hard, aggressive, closely won ball games one after another. Only a little bit of time after that to get ready for the most important game ever; this is the game everyone has been preparing for. A ton of exhausting conditioning and an enormous amount of shooting lead up to this moment. Every girl on the Lady Roos basketball team feels excited, pumped, and ready for the game later tonight. Constantly thinking and feeling overly enthusiastic of what the outcome of the game would be like. We all had predictions of what we wanted the game to be like but it was up to whichever team wanted it the most. With all the confidence and motivation that we had that morning we just wanted school to be over with already. It did not end quickly though. School was such a drag. We all could not wait for that three-thirty bell to ring so we could hop onto that big, yellow, warm bus. Finally, the loud, annoying bell goes off. It was now, “Game Time”! Only hours away until we would play the game of our lives. As we approached the humongous school our opponents were already there. We did not want to even look at them when we walked in. We did not want to be discouraged by what kind of players they were. As the minutes passed by it was time to get ready. We could already hear our loud and passionate fans approaching the gym. We love our dedicated and supportive Kress community. As the warm-up started we all became very anxious and jittery but knew we had to shake it off and stay focused. As we had our last talk with the coach and said our glorious ...
I remember it as clear as day. It had been a fairly normal week, and a routine average day. It was a Friday and I was driving home from school in my trusty Toyota Tercel. I was getting into the dreaded mental set of the game that I would be playing in that night. I had to play in the band at halftime and it was the first performance of the season. The whole ride to my house I thought about the game and hoped and prayed that we wouldn't make huge fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, I was already home. I remember thinking that it felt like the shortest drive ever, getting to beautiful Rolling Oaks. When I got home, little did I know, that there would be a huge surprise waiting for me that would change my life forever.