First Varsity Start Exhaustion. That’s all that my body felt as I went to bed Thursday night. I’d gotten through two days of school, and had one more left until the weekend. Schoolwork wasn’t what was on my mind, however. The season opener for football was the next night, and I had no idea what to feel. Was I excited, scared, nervous, or a combination of all three? These were the thoughts that flew through my mind like a bird as the clack slowly creeped from nine to ten. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t lie still. After some time, my mind finally caught up to my body and drifted off to sleep. The next time awoke was six-thirty in the morning. Game day. The first few hours of the day crept by, and my focus was anywhere …show more content…
You’re in next drive!” said Coach Smith. That excitement that I said about earlier, well that left in a heartbeat. A ball was thrown to me, and I began to play catch with someone on the sidelines. I dreaded the time that we got the ball back. I didn’t have to wait long. As I ran out on the field, many of my teammates assured me that I’d be okay, but my own thoughts seemed to overtake their confidence in me. Hands shaking, I received the first snap. Although my mind assured me that I was going to mess up, I didn’t. My head began to clear, and adrenaline began to flood my system again. Time went by, and the clock finally ticked off to all zeroes. My performance hadn’t been one for the ages, but I felt good about how I did. After the team went through the line and gave the expected “Good Game” line to the Sergeant-Bluff Luton, we were treated to many smiles and hugs from parents. Although we lost the game, we had much to be thankful for. Our coaches were proud of us, and we seemed pretty pleased with our performance as well. My first varsity start had been filled with ups and downs, but overall it was a good one. Noah and I began to walk back to the high school, and we slugged each other on the back, grinning the whole way. That same smile stayed with me until I hit the pillow that night. Unlike the night before, my mind was clear, and I slept amazing. One game down, eight more to
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.
When we picked Roberto the immigration told me and Roberto "what were you guys thinking about coming here you could have gotten yourself killed".
Wiping the sleepies out of my eyes, I quickly glanced at my alarm clock – 5 am. “Good, I’ve got plenty of time,” I thought to myself. As quietly as possible, which never works when I am trying to, I quickly grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Checking my list and grabbing my gear I headed out to wait for a taxi in the cool fading morning. I could taste the excitement, or was that the humidity?
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That night I couldn't go to sleep.Every inch of me was wide awake and full of excitement.Holding onto every sign of morning I drifted off.Before I knew I was
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
Before the start of the game I was told to guard their best receiver because nobody else could keep up with him. Even though i was fast, I was definitely not as fast as him. He was like lightning, speeding past me and making quick, subtle turns that were hard to predict. I was so tired from guarding him all game that by the end of the first half I felt like collapsing. When they hiked the ball, I made sure that I tried my best to stop him from getting the ball. Without failing to surprise me, he predicted my next move and feinted left and then turning right. I fell for the trick, and his quarterback threw the ball to him. He caught it and started running down the field. I sprinted after him. I put the rest of my energy into this run. As I got closer and closer to him, an idea formed in my head. When I got close enough I would dive for his flag, hoping to pull it before he reached the end zone. It was not a very intelligent idea, but it could’ve worked. When I was almost touching him, I dove. I missed the flag by millimeters. As I hit the ground I heard a loud ‘POP’ in my shoulder. Instantly I knew that I had broken a
"C'mon, Chris, you get in the shower first," Taylor ordered from the other bed. "You're already up." Chris conceded and worked his way to the shower. Everyone in the room knew it too, due to his grunting and whining under his breath. Soon enough he was out of the shower and so were Taylor, Anders, and I. We ate breakfast with the rest of the team downstairs in the hotel in silence. It was too early to talk or chat. Everyone knew that one thing was going to be on their minds: winning. It was not worth discussing, either. Everyone knew that our varsity eight was possibly the strongest that McCallie had ever had, and that we had a good chance of winning some gold medals that day, if not a great chance. We loaded on the bus like ants, noiselessly flowing into one little opening. The bus ride was silent all of the way over as well. Everyone's heads, looking intently forward, were slightly jostling along with the bumps in the road. Some tried to sleep, but the tension and excitement was too much for most of them to be successful.
Just relax” after that I felt much better. After an hour of warm ups it was finally that time. Once again I began to have butterflies in my stomach, as repeats of my errors came to my brain, soon after replays of what my coach had told me before. After replaying in my head what he had said my nerves slowly began to fade away.
With much pressure on my shoulders, I handled it well. Our team was exceptionally successful my 8th grade year, even though we only got consolation championship title. Beyond the glory of the countless games we won, I created memories and friendships over the years.
As I slipped under my covers and began to slowly doze away, I considered how my day was. I woke up. I went to school. I did my homework. I had hockey practice.
Not a lot of wind, there were not many clouds and the sun was shining brighter than ever. The grass was a perfect shade of green. The goal post seemed to be shining. It was like a good dream coming to reality. I hopped out of my moms car and ran to my other teammates at the goal shooting.
The turf was still wet from rain and I could tell the day would be humid. I strapped on shin guards, laced up my cleats, and slipped the gloves on. I joined the warm-ups as the clouds started to break and the sun began shining down. The fear I had felt previously was suppressed under feelings of anticipation and excitement. I had prepared for this opportunity for the past five years and by Godly I was going to take it.
My team was proud of me and so was my uncle. We ended up qualifying for the Florida tournament but we had another tournament in Nashville to play in. But with all good things falling in it’s place, school was starting and i had to go back to Georgia.
A faint twinge of excitement floated through my body that night. A hint of anticipation of the coming day could not be suppressed; yet to be overcome with anxiety would not do at all. I arduously forced those pernicious thoughts from seeping in and overcoming my body and mind. I still wonder that I slept at all that night.