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Sports - Personal Narrative I could have only imagined what it's like to bat against some of the best bowlers in the world and to hit their balls around the ground at a well-attended cricket match. But that's exactly what I did when my Ifield side took on the mighty world famous Lashings Cricket Club. Earlier that season I was promoted from Ifield IInd who are in the Sussex Invitation Cricket League Division Three, to Ifield Ist who are in the Sussexinvitation Cricket League Division One. It was a big jump for someone like me because the level of cricket is much more advanced; there is a lot of competition to be in the team. I was chosen for the team as I am a stylish middle order batsmen and a wicketkeeper, I am also a useful bowler. My season for Ifield I started tremendously well. In my first game against league winners Arundel I scored an unbeaten 70, the top scoring of both teams. I could not believe I was top scorer of the match. In all my dreams I could not imagine this. I took two vital catches which secured the game. I scored 69, 127, 47 and 53 in the other games averaging 73.2, which at this standard was superb. As a newcomer to the team I was nervous but after a few games I had so much confidence that I was able to face any bowler in the league. I had justified my selection. On 16 of July I was selected to play against, the M.C.C (Middlesex County Cricket Club) an incredible honour. I was shocked as well as being delighted to play. On the day of the match I was so keen, anxious and nervous I arrived three hours before the match was due to open. I practised my batting for two hours, and my wicket keeping for 1 hour because I didn't wanted to make any errors, which might cost my team a wicket or even the match. That day against the M.C.C I scored 40 not out! I was asked by the
Basketball is a big part of my life, one year ago in tournament final game two of our best players were hurt and the team was relying on me. With the time winding down on the clock we were down 8 points. Somehow I got our deficit down to two points with 30 seconds left, after an intense defensive stop 10 seconds remained on the clock; our coach called a timeout. A play was drawn up for me to take the shot. Mitchell inbounded the ball to me as I came off of a screen, I had an some-what wide open shot, I took the shot, you could hear the crowd go silent as the ball left my hand and headed towards the basketball. It felt like everything was going slow motion, the ball was getting closer and closer to the hoop and I…….missed it. The buzzer sounded
teams best player. I was trying to get warmed up properly so I wouldn't get injured in the
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.
I figured I would get more playing time, at the varsity level, and improve my game dramatically. Little did I know my first varsity season my junior year would completely change my life. My first varsity game I was feeling all kinds of emotions. Nervous was the biggest and most common emotion that day. Coach was reading off the lineup and sure enough I made it in as the fifth batter.
I had really wanted to play soccer on a team since I was five. I had and still do watch videos on YouTube of good players playing to get inspiration. I then tried it myself, and got good at it. All of that practice led up to that moment. The ref then blew the whistle right after everyone got onto the field. The game was off and I was really confident that my team would win. I tried my best to make it seem easy, so I would do better. My mindset is mainly what helped me do better. I was playing a position called “center forward,” which is basically the most important position besides goalie. Soon the ball got to my team’s goalie, so I started running upfield for the ball. Just as I was about to pass the other team’s defense, I then yelled, “here!” I then got the ball and it was just me and the other team’s goalie. I then dribbled closer to the goal. I first did a fake shot and made the goalie fall, then I nailed the ball into the goal like my foot was a hammer and the ball was a nail.
This was just the beginning of my soccer
I woke up and got dressed for the game, I put on my shorts, gathered all my equipment, and made a game plan for the big game. I thought to myself, “I need to play the best game of my life and never quit.” I went downstairs and heard a car honking outside. I went to the door, put on my cleats, and went outside. My friend George and I got out of the car and put on our equipment, and went to start practicing. I was the goalie so of course I have the biggest responsibility on the field. I knew I had to step up and make a lot of saves.
When I hear the word “Football,” I think about the violence, the adrenaline when you watch all those players either getting tackled, or getting a touchdown for their team, but I never came to think about it affecting my future, making this huge decision over lettering my son or daughter play football. If I were to ever have any children, I believe that I would let them play, but knowing that being a mother means caring for your son or daughter's health, and knowing if they are safe is a priority, by allowing my son or daughter to play “America's Obsession,” not only am I preventing them from gaining any skills out of the sport, but I am damaging something that could have been his/her future, and just maybe not ever seeing them again.
It was one day this year and I was playing soccer with my friends and there was a professional coach was watching us play. Then after we got done we were all leaving and I was like the last one to leave and the coach went up to me and gave a contract saying they want me to join professional soccer and join a professional team and I said sure so he gave me a contract and told me to sign it and so I did.
Finally, I’m home after a full week of tryouts. One full week of hard work and lots of soreness. I just sat in front of the computer screen. I had dinner there and watched T.V from there. I was just waiting the moment for coach to put up the numbers of the people who had made the team online. I was nervous but confident, I felt that I tried my best and gave it all I could and actually felt like coach liked me. Especially because after the last session he said, “Great job. I see your passing and shooting are really good and I like that.” When I heard those words come out of his mouth I felt that I had automatically made the soccer squad.
I took my shower and head to the school. At the school we had a little meeting and our parents group gave us chick fil a sandwiches. We loaded the bus and headed out to the Emporia State field. Once we got there all of the nervousness hit me. I had butterflies in my stomach. We had hours before the game so we went out and walked on the icy field. We had never played a game on this kind of conditions. In the locker room we had music blaring and people were getting pumped to play. We go out for pre-game and see thousands of people there. The butterflies come back, but I had so much adrenaline it equaled out the nervousness. We head back into the locker room and in just 15 minutes I would be playing in the State Championship
At the time i was cocky because my brother was saying how I was tall I was, and that I was good for not knowing how to play.. He brought up my hopes every time he cheered me on. When we played, i’ve been getting better. Enough to play in groups of people. But i was still cocky. I decided last year i would join the team. But when i went, i wasn’t ready at all.
When I was in 9th grade i was soccer class, but in 8th i had wondered if i should even choose it. But then i realized that if i ever wanted to experience what it felt like to train like a real athlete I would regret it for the rest of my life. So i filled out all the applications and went to the doctor to get my physical and joined soccer. Although I had joined the class, it was not Season yet. so tryouts were not done yet but i was determined to win to become the best in the class.
Our first game went pretty well. We played hard, but ended up losing. We lost our second game too, but I’d say we did pretty good for only two weeks of practice beforehand. We finally one our third game against Aquinas, and the first thing out of our coach’s mouth when we went in the locker room was “Whoo!” We played well as a team and were able to win the game. My team and I just keep improving, and although we haven’t had much experience, we’re all right.
How could I? We were in year 6 at the top of the schools hierarchy and