I never really realized how fortunate I was. I took way too much for granted and I always just wanted the new cool thing, to be the most popular, most pretty girl in the school, or to go on the best vacation. And it was just then, standing on the cold streets of Toronto with my brother and his hockey team, when I realized, just how much you need to appreciate what you have, because someone out there is much less lucky. A few years ago, my younger brother, Kyle, had a hockey tournament in Ontario, Canada. A tournament that you had to qualify for, and they his team did. So, Kyle, of course, my dad, and I went to this tournament while my mom and youngest brother, Cooper, stayed homed. The trip was so fun, we took a bus with the whole team and …show more content…
The bus ride there, about an hour, was so fun, but all of them, being the boys they are, complained, “When are we gonna get there?!” and “Are we there yet?” When we did get there, we had a wonderful time! It was so cool to see all the amazing hockey players there were and what they had achieved in their careers to get them there. But, so many of the little boys, didn’t appreciate it as much as they should have. They all just wanted to go to the next thing, or buy this in the gift shop. We were there for these little hockey players to see what older ones could do and to set goals of making it to where those guys were one day-but they just took it all for granted. And I realize now that I did too, I was just like one of those boys. So after the Hockey Hall of Fame trip, we had to go out to eat and decided on the Hard Rock Café, it seemed like a cool place. We ate and talked, well more like yelled because you could hear us from the other side of the café, enjoyed ourselves; almost not even realizing that we had to pay for that amazing food, like it was free or something. We finished dinner, the parents paid, and we were antsy to get back to the hotel, play, swim and hang out. When we went outside, we saw something, or someone, who some of the younger kids have never actually seen
“THERE IT IS HIS 894th GOAL” (Announcer). This amazing hockey legend also known as “The Great One” upon his retirement on April 18, 1999 Wayne Douglas Gretzky held/shared 61 National Hockey League records. These records include 40 regular season, 15 playoff, and 6 All-star records. These extravagant statistics just shows you how he got his name. Today I’m going to go through the process as to how this legend got so great.
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.
Growing up, I have always had a passion for baseball. To me, it is much more than just a sport. There have been times when it has acted as an escape from many problems in my life, as I feel that when I am on the diamond, nothing can hurt me. I am aware that many people feel this way about the sport they love, but sadly their careers often come to an abrupt end due to injury. I have a personal connection to this experience. The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room
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
As I layed in my bed on a cold and windy Friday night, i could hear the roar from Fenway park across the street. The Red Sox had a game tonight against their long time rival the New York Yankees. Their games would always be so thrilling and so exciting to be at, i was a young 15 year old boy who like everyone else wanted to be a MLB baseball player. I had always dreamed about playing on that beautiful and playing against those Yankees. Living in Boston mostly everyone here absolutely hates the yankees. I was having a hard time going to bed so i looked outside and was looking at all the people outside walking outside the Ballpark.
I encountered a “bump in the road” at a young age. I began playing softball at age six when Kylie, my elementary school friend, came to show and tell with her first place T-ball trophy. At the time, I had only played soccer, but the thought of swinging a bat as hard as I could and having people in the stands cheer for me, inspired me to ask my mother to register me for the local recreational league. Before I knew it, I was lacing up last year’s soccer cleats and stepping up to bat in my first coach-pitch softball game. My father, being the coach, stood on the mound and lobbed in the fattest meatball every hitter dreams of. With the ding of my second-hand garage sale bat, the ball sailed over the shortstop. Some may have called it beginner's luck, but I called it a sign.
When most people hear the word hockey, they think about skating, ice, and a puck. What most people do not think about is running, the blistering heat, and a small orange ball, however, I do. That is because I play dek hockey, not ice, meaning that we run, and our season is never over. Playing hockey is my favorite thing to do, and I have so many fond memories. Some of those memories are, playing hockey at Bill’s Golfland, U.S.A. Ball Hockey Tryouts, and playing at Penn Hills Dek Hockey.
Walking in those familiar doors was the most terrific part of my day, no matter if it was a bright and early 6am practice or a late into the evening game. As soon as I entered the rink my favorite scent was all around me. It was the kind of perfect smell you cannot put into exact words, but it was a mix of something like ice, rubber and the sweaty socks of kids full of determination. The atmosphere was always the same there, full of excitement and anticipation. Growing up the rink was my happy place, I could always depend on it to be freezing cold, just the way I like it. Skating on the ice was an entirely different world. The boards were bright and clean, the benches were so huge I could barely see over them! The ice
“…He catches it off the board pass; here is ‘The Great One’ Wayne Gretzky! He dangles in front of the last defender with five seconds left; he has the open net in sight! HE SCORES! He has broken the record folks; 50 goals in 39 games!” - (Live Broadcast from Edmonton, Alberta: Dec. 30 1981.) Wayne Gretzky has been deemed one of the most influential figures in the National Hockey League (NHL). He has broken multiple records and has amazed millions with his talents; not only has he achieved multiple awards and records, but he has inspired hockey fans and players around the world. Wayne is a captivating figure in the world of hockey because of his early success as a child, his remarkable career accomplishments, and his substantial impact on the NHL today.
I have been involved in many activities throughout high school that have shaped me into the person I am today. These activities have exposed me to an immense group of different and diverse people. I’ve played hockey since age three, it is more than just a game. It is not only about playing hockey, it is about learning life skills that I will carry with me throughout the rest of my life. I have learned how to work as a team member no matter if things are going well or if they are not. You also build bonds between teammates throughout the years and make memories that will never be forgotten. A very big importance of the game of hockey is being able to represent my home city of White Bear Lake. Nothing is better than going out to represent our city in front of an arena
...slapshot from the point. Two minutes later the puck broke loose from one of the other team's defensman and landed on our most talented player’s stick. He is not only as fast as lightning but can also stick handle around any NHL team blindfolded. He made a quick move to the left, and then to the right. He took the shot which went top shelf on the right side. The second I saw the net move I knew we had done it. The underdog team defeated the 1st ranked team in the state championship game for Missouri high school hockey. An uproar from the mob of people could have been heard from two miles away. I couldn’t believe we had done it. We beat the odds, and took the cup. I felt shivers travel down my bruised and cut body. The hard work did pay off, for we had done it. The tears were flowing like the water dropping from the Niagara Falls. We were State Champions.
I can assure you, however, that I considered myself lucky through multiple of events throughout my life perhaps small percentage of people has experienced. The term lucky is defined as “having, bringing, or resulting from good luck” and the term luck is defined as “success or
Canada: home of the most picturesque landscapes and land of multicultural societies. Canada has everything and more. From the massive multicultural society in Toronto, housing nearly every nationality to the great mountainous terrain where the Canadian borders meet the Arctic Circle. Soon I am to travel there and get the opportunity to see these characteristics for myself. I am therefore curious as to what I will experience and learn from this journey. This assignment consist of my expectations for the journey and my view on being a foreigner in a different country. The assignment uses the future tense.
If the whole world were to have the character of these athletes, the world would be a better place. I wish the athletes luck in their lives, and I would like to thank them for coming to our hometown. It was an incredible experience to get to work one on one with these athletes and to see them play. It has inspired me to work harder in my sports because I know that even if I don’t get first place, knowing that I tried my best is the only thing that really