The Chaffey Water Polo team went to a school named Shadow Hill to go into the finals for the C.I.F. competitions. We had worked hard to get that far and the team, including our coach , Coach Carlos, were stressed. I was a bit pardoned by anxiety, because I wasn't on the varsity team and also, I wasn't playing. I was on junior varsity and my fellow teammates and I, were just merely supporting our varsity team during the games, the only cause for us to enter the pool would have to be that a player had a freak accident and injured himself , forcing anyone on junior varsity to play with varsity in the competition. So on the day we went to Shadow Hills, we really were stressed, I could almost smell the anxiety irradiating off the team. When we got there, we did our normal routine , stretch for minutes, warm up for 45 , and relax and try to calm our butterflies till the game started. …show more content…
When the ref blew his fox -40 whistle, the game commenced., it was a good game but we were dominating the first half, then , out of the blue , they started to catch up , eventually at the end of the last quarter, we got a one point lead. There was only 20 seconds left, coach gave the signal, to play monkey in the middle, all our team had to do is not let Shadow touch the ball, while we were tossing the ball , making it impossible for the other team to grab it, they were infuriated, both the team and the parents, then the buzzer went off. and we had won. I was in relief for a little, Then I heard the insults coming from the audience, the other teams parents weren't happy with the outcome of the game, calling us chickens, that we were babies , of course we didn't mind because we had won, but one man yelled at us saying ,"You f****** burnt Mexicans, can't play for
The relay was the largest event in field day and everybody wanted a good team. I had six people on my team. 4 would run the relay, and 2 would be cut. Since I was the team captain, I had the luxury of making the cuts. The two people who I thought we should cut, Chris and Hemanth, started to cry and yell. Our coach came over and told us to have a race, the two losers would be cut. Unfortunately, the same two people, Chris and Hemanth, lost and Chris started to cry even more. Out of frustration I said, “Its
I play for the Marist College water polo team. I practice five days a week, for about four hours a day (6:45 am to 11:00 am). We are a spring sport and dedicate the entire fall semester to getting ready for spring season. We even cut our winter break down two weeks shorter to get in extra practice. Winter break practice is a lot harder because there are no rules and regulations on the amount of time we are allowed to practice. If the coaches so please, they can keep us in the water the entire time without a break. Now a coach would never do that because they would not be receiving maximum efficiency from us. We would be too exhausted but the point was that there are no rules for them. Our practices start off with a morning lift in
This past weekend, I had the marvelous chance to participate in the Division 4 Soccer Provincials. My team was by far not the strongest team at the tournament, however our determination to win the gold and come back with a banner was stronger than all of the other teams combined. We may not have had the best individual players, however we did not back down even until the final minute of every game. Our chemistry as a team was amazing, and it has taught me that you do not need perfect team members to achieve greatness - only drive.
It was once a game in our hands and now rested in the hands of a striped uniform. While the play was being reviewed, there was a commercial break. The sweat, that used to be clamming up my palms quickly spread to my forehead and the rest of my body; and the cold house suddenly felt like a hot summer’s day. Though it was only seconds, it felt like years. After an incredible catch, and certainly at the best time, I could not grasp the fact that there was a possibility the play would be reversed. The game returned from the commercial and the Ref called out the final ruling. The words that left his mouth were like nails on a chalk board to my ears, the remote fell to floor, as I was in total
It was breezy day. The clear, light sky was breathtaking. Almost too gorgeous to foreshadow the disastrous day. It was on a tennis tournament on Saturday morning. I had confidence in my own abilities on that tennis court. As if I was Serena Williams ,the greatest tennis player of this century, and would win the whole tournament. I thought about my strengths and not my weaknesses on the bus ride to the tournament. Like my unpredictable serve, backhand strokes and killer volleys (that end points in an instant).
The refs counted each team’s amount of wins which led to our final game. A full court match, with the best team of each side playing against each other was only fitting for our final game. Due to time management, the game was only up to one. The winner of the game won 20 timbits. Because of an exciting play that happened which decided the game, the participants became extremely excited and then left the gym because we announced that the event was
As I saw the wind blow through the grass, I thought about how I wanted this game to be the best one. I tasted the anger in my mouth as I heard the ref blow her whistle. She had long, red, hair tied up in a ponytail. The ref pointed in the direction of our goal, and I gulped. The entire Saline Field Hockey team rushed away in fear of breaking the rule of 5 yards.
The sun was heating all of them up, which made it a bit worse. The team sat down under the tent and just sat there, quiet and thinking. A worker from competition stood in front of them and took them to a gym. They had 10 minutes to practice. When the 10 minutes were over they were all waiting for the call, to walk to the gym where they would be performing. Time was going very fast, 20 minutes seemed like 5. A worker went to them and said, "its time, please line up." The chills ran up there spine, each one of them had
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
During sectionals, our county’s championships, we were seeded against the second best doubles team in the area. Due to this essay’s prompt, you already know that this is no Hail Mary match or heartwarming underdog tale, but rather a story of failure. We lost the entire match in less than half an hour. But the whole time, I remember laughing, bonding with my teammate, and just enjoying myself. I learned that I’m not always going to be the best at everything or the winner of the match, but that doesn’t mean that I should stop trying or stop enjoying myself. Losing that match didn’t take away from all of the hours of hard work that we had put in to get there, and it sure didn’t make our efforts any less
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
It was try out day, I was super nervous what if I mess up the cheer what if I drop my stunt? I went out there did everything right I was certain I had it in the bag. They walked out with the results, I think I read that paper ten times before running away crying because I didn’t make it.
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
It was November 1st and it was the day of my last volleyball game. I ran into my friend Eri and we started talking about the game later that day. It was against Tunkhannock. They were the best volleyball team from our area, and wouldn’t you know it on our senior night we had to play against them. Senior night was the one night where the seniors were recognized, whether they were good or not. The whole day the team was joking about how much we would lose by against our rival team. In a game to fifteen we thought we would end up owing them points.
Next, we went down to the bleachers and watched the rest of the teams from our section. I was amazed at how good their routines were and how many people were on their’ teams. Before I knew it the awards ceremony was up. We got down from the bleachers and sat in a circle on the gym floor. Surround by about twenty other teams sitting exactly like we were. My heart was pulsing loudly, and my hands were shaking. I was super nervous. The announcer said,” In 3rd place, the team from Decorah.” Everyone cheered. Once it is quiet again he said,” In 2nd place the team from Cresco.” Then after everyone was done cheering the announcer said,” Drumroll please.” We all started a drumroll loudly on the floor. Then he said, “ In first place…” Everyone went silent from the anticipation. The gym was still. It's not going to be our team we did our best that is what matters. Then he finished “, The team from West Union!” I immediately jumped up and started hugging everyone around me. “ I can’t believe we won!” I said to the person next to