I stand on the mound pitching a perfect game. It is the National Championship! Biggest moment of my life! Bottom of the 9th inning and a score of 1-0. One more pitch stands between me and my first ever perfect game. “Wake up!” Michael yelled. “We are in New York City and we’re concluding (stopping) our road trip at Pizza Hut!” Derek continued. As we pulled into Pizza Hut, I state sluggishly, “I hate Pizza Hut!” “You always say that but you still eat it!” Michael says annoyed. “I mean since I just pitched a perfect game in the National Championship, I think I should be the one choosing where we go out to eat, Right!?” Brady says with rage (anger.) “No!, We never would have got to the National Championship if I didn’t hit …show more content…
Michael & Brady yelled with hesitation, “Holy Crap!” So we all ran in and helped people get out. When we got someone out of the World Trade Centers we told them to run as fast as they could far away from the building. Michael screamed, “Brady, there is people jumping out of the side of the building.” So Brady runs over there and Brady & Michael both caught someone and that person survived. But then we look up and there is another plane really low in the air and on its way to hit the other World Trade Center. Brady & Michael screamed so loudly that birds fell out of the tree next to us. We ran back to Derek who was still helping people get out and we sprinted like Usain Bolt back to the hotel and grabbed our stuff because the Southern Twin Tower was coming down and the air was so black you couldn’t even see 2 feet into the air, the fire was so bright it hurt to look at. The smoke felt like it was chasing us because it was so low to the ground and it was spreading like Ebola in Africa. We all run to the nearest Taxi and we get back to the train station and we ride back to Pulaski, WI. And we lived happily ever after because we just survived the attack of
They searched through the rubbish and raced in time to check the buildings before and after the buildings collapsed. There were clouds of smoke, dust, and debris flying through the streets blinding the bystanders. Hundreds of servicemen died that day, including military personnel in the Pentagon who were also hit by the hijackers. I had a cousin named Johnnie Doctor Jr. who was in the Navy. He was killed in the Pentagon.
The scare and worry in their voices is enough to give anyone an awful feeling. Also, the phone calls from the people in the tower, where they even mention their tower being hit by a plane. A phonecall from the Mirror, “Brian, 29, was struggling to breathe when he tried to ring brother Neal twice. But Neal had just got home from a nightshift and was trying to sleep. Office manager Brian’s message said: ‘A plane crashed into the Trade Center. It’s on fire, and I’m in it, and I can’t breathe. Tell everyone I love them, and if I don’t get out... goodbye.’ For the past eight years Neal has wondered how their chat might have gone.” If that doesn’t make you feel something and believe him, then are you even
It was my sophomore year of high school and just like every Saturday, my family and I gathered around the T.V. to watch the LSU football game, so my dad could cheer on his Tigers while I was there for the band and the fantastic football food. That particular Saturday, LSU faced the Wisconsin Badgers, which according to my dad was going to just be a complete blowout and would result in another win for his beloved Tigers. As the game progressed, my dad blew a gasket since his team was losing to the underdogs at halftime, nevertheless, I tried to tune him out as the band marched onto the field for their show. I often preferred DCI shows rather than college bands, yet I was absolutely mesmerized by the Badgers clean technique and upbeat music that
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
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
Everybody were talking about the attacks of terrorists, but I never thought that World Trade Center could collapse, just disappear. I heard that Twin Towers collapsed when I was in my music class. I still could not realize what was happening in NY. I got out from Brooklyn College and I went to Flatbush Avenue. There I saw skies full of black smoke.
In the midst of my wrestling match, my opponent took me down to the mat. My opponent took me down with just enough force and at the right angle to break my collarbone. I motioned to the referee a minute later after the adrenaline stopped masking my pain and the match was ended. It killed me that I had to forfeit the match because I hate giving up regardless of the obstacles ahead of me. By breaking my collarbone, he ruined my chances of winning the section tournament, increased the chances of my collarbone becoming reinjured, and decreased my chances of ever wrestling again.
“So is this the call to—are you still in New York?” Tracey asked. “Or are you off doing something selfishly stupid again?”
“Dinner date with Dave! Sorry, no time to talk! He’ll be here in thirty minutes!” She practically jumped out of her seat, almost knocking her plate full of chicken, broccoli, and rice to the ground. She raced to her room.
Then, Tyler asks out of the blue while we were playing basketball if, ¨Do you want to go eat and then go to Pacesetter?¨
Jax had a sly smile on his face, “Actually I was thinking instead of going to Chipotle we could go to, oh I don’t know, Old Man Milfred's house?”
Strive for the summit , strive for excellence. If you know me you can probably conject that I love the game of football it's my passion I could not live without it. My first year of tackle football was in 2012 we lost 2 games to the Leeward Steelers. Every year after that our team lost to them. During the off season all I could remember was those games loss after loss after loss that was movation to never stop. Every time I thought about taking a break during practice all I could think about was the steelers. When It came to the week when our team played the steelers I was prepared and ready to battle I wasn't going to lose again no, not this time. Our last practice before the game my coach told me to go hard not everyday but every
"What are we going to eat this week? We have been here so much, I think they should put our names on the menu."
Motivation, the single most important word in the journey of a swimmer. Without it, you are lost, swimming with regrets and doubts. When two men in my life, however, presented me with this fundamental characteristic, my journey in becoming a collegiate athlete was more than just an idea, it became a reality.
“Can’t we order food? I’m tired of leftovers and pizza, we’ve been eating it for the past month” Jason Complained.