I was 16 when I finally realized how hard it really is to lose something. I had this, except it was with my job. I work for the Fort Wayne Mad Ants of the NBA Development League. This was my second year with the Mad Ants, and it was by far the best season. The players this season have been so nice to me. I made friends with some of them. We had one goal from the beginning of the season. That goal was to be winning a championship at the end of the season. We fell short of the goal. Now, I realized that I took the season for granted. All of the players I made friends with are leaving town, and I am really going to miss every single one of them. It did not really hit me how much I was going to miss the team until the playoffs started. Now that …show more content…
Our first games of the season were all wins. The whole team and everyone in the organization was having so much fun. Our whole team had one thought on our mind when we started 6-0. That thought was to be holding the championship trophy at the end of the season. The team knew it was something they could probably achieve, and that if we did not achieve it, it would probably be a big disappointment. Our team this year was very talented. For this season, we had one guy who was as tall as a 6 foot 4 tree. He did not play much, but he provided us the size needed when he did …show more content…
The way the players treated me this season, it made me feel like part of the team. It definitely did not feel like a volunteer job whatsoever. Usually most people complain how much they hate going to work and how much it sucks, but I could never say that. This year was like a dream. It was such a fun job to do, and now that it is over, it really sucks. It sucks because as I have mentioned a few times already, I am going to miss everything about the Mad Ants until the next season starts. Even if I work for them next season, it will not be the same. This team was very special. One of the few positives about the season being over, is that the players reached out to me and said that they would miss me and thanked me for a special season and the good work I did for the team. I really hope there is some way I will stay in touch with most of the players, because to be honest, I do not know what I would do without a few of my friends I made on the team. I have nothing but good stuff to say about
My team and I, who have been playing together for years, were all good friends. That season was when one of the owners of the league i played for went up to my coach (who was also my dad) and asked him if I was interested in joining the league’s club soccer team. I was so excited about doing it, but I also didn't want to do it at the same time. The summer before I played that season my brother had gotten me into liking basketball so I didn’t know what to do either stay in soccer, or start playing basketball. I also didn’t want to leave my team I was playing with because we had been playing together for years . So I end up declining the club offer, and finished the rest of the season with my team. I also ended up choosing to play basketball as my next sport and i still am playing basketball (I am hoping to try out for the GCA basketball team) as of right
The first day we got there we had started off so wrong by arguing. We weren’t doing well and we argued most of the time. Us as a team, we honestly made ourselves look bad in front of the coordinators and other teams that were watching us. The coaches had given us a real big pep talking about sticking together as a team to make us better. Although we didn’t think we needed it, it actually
Entering my final season of AAU basketball I knew I had set myself up for a roller coaster of emotions, whether it was from the night of my first practice, the weekend of my first tournament, or my first time on the road with my new team. This was because a lot was on the line this season, and I strived to make this season my best, and most enjoyable. This is mostly because this was the final year getting the opportunity to put on my red and black jersey every tournament. It was my last season traveling around the country with my teammates every weekend with one goal, to win, and it was my last season to improve my skills all around, in an attempt to further my basketball career into college. During the first few practices I was nervous for how the season would go because I noticed my coach was a lot harder on me than he was to my teammates and I did not know how to take that at first.I was not used to to his coaching style of being loud, in your face, and tough, or his emphasis on "perfection" because on my past teams I was used to being the best person on the team, and my coach rarely had negative criticism for me, so I took his intense coaching style terribly.
My team, Brookfield, encountered many hard times to win this spot in the finals, and we ended up losing in overtime. We were down two to zero in the first half. Everyone was working vigorously. At half time, my coach gave us an encouraging pep talk. It hyped us up and gave us hope. Then in the second half, my team scored two goals to tie the score up. This made the game go into overtime. During the overtime period, which was two five minute halves, Waukesha scored another two goals. At the end of regulation, my team was devastated by the loss. We were defeated four to two. On the other hand though, we were delighted we got this far and took second. Weather
Now as I continue to finish the remainder of the school year, I want to keep the relationship of the team as strong as I can. I think the key to have a successful team is to have a good relationship with the players and have strong leadership. I hope that the younger players on the team can learn a lot from the leadership of others and me. Through the whole experience of being a leader, it has influenced me to keep striving for my goals no matter how hard I want to quit. I know that I will have to use the experience I had as a leader to be successful in
Everyone knew we had a bunch of capability this season, so all the seniors were looking forward to the season. Ty Waltz and I were elected at the team captains, so that made me feel better as a player and individual to have that responsibility. At the beginning of the season, we had to deal with a few injuries so playing to our full capability was really hard. We won our first two games, then we had a rough stretch of really good teams. We didn’t win any of them, but we hung in with a Division one team, so we were pretty happy with that. Everything went pretty well from there. We started winning again, and we even beat Ottawa Glandorf and Celina for the first time in LB soccer history. OG has always either beaten us or tied until we upset them 2-1 at their own field. We had a bunch of momentum going into tournaments this season. Our first game, we dominated Ada 10-0. After that game, we had to go play at Riverdale. There was something about that team that we just couldn’t beat, even though we were better than them. We ended up losing that game 1-0, and I didn’t know what to think. Even though my high school soccer career was over, I handled it pretty
All we had to do was beat a team we had beat numerous times before and then we would be in the finals. Easy right? So we thought. Going into that game I did not expect to feel the heartbreak that I did when it ended. Finally, game day had arrived; in the first inning, things seemed to be going as planned, we were up five or six runs. By the fourth inning, we were down nine to five and it only went downhill from there. My heart started to ache and the feeling of frustration flew through my body. As the ninth inning rolled around we were still losing and we could not get it
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.
As our season ended earlier than we wanted my mind filled with memories of everything this team accomplished this season. I thought back to the games we won, the practices we had, and my time with the kids. I looked around at the excitement on display by the team that won, and the dejection on the faces of my team. I looked into the stands to see the band, the cheerleaders, the families, and the friends that all stayed until the end to send the boys home one more time. I walked to the locker room and listened to the coaches and the players say their goodbyes to the 2016 team and challenge the 2017 team.
My sophomore year eager to begin baseball season, I've have so much detonation and disappointment from the prior year. The team and i had been preparing our butts off this off season. We were determined to break the curse of the baseball team. Out of the past teams no one never made it passed the fourth round and we were willing to do anything to change that. This was the year that we told our self's that were we going to make it the distance and nothing was going stand before us. We needed to be the team to recall as the ones who broke the condemnation and made it to state.
A year later, I was again chosen for the team. This time, I worked my way from being a back-up catcher to the starting 3rd baseman in two weeks. But after going 0-2 in my first two at-bats, my coach took me out of the starting line-up. Again, I pinch-hit, and was very successful at it. I even hit what turned out to be a game-winning homerun. We later reached the championship game again, but we lost it for the second time. This time I was more frustrated than I could ever remember being. I was slamming my hand into walls and almost crying. I was really acting very childish.
Unfortunately the game was not what the team expected. Sadly we lost the state final. Sophmore year came around and it wasnt as good as my first year, we made a good season but at the end all the effort was thrown into the trash by two of my teammates by getting a red card and costing us the first playoff game. We had the same feeling as when we went to state, all the sacrifices for nothing. Junior year came across us with an spectacular season, we changed the way our minds would think, myself as a caption of the varsity team, promised myself to push my teammates to the
Life’s regrets, we all have them. Some ponder on the “what if’s” and wish we could do certain things over again while others take what they might have learned and use it to better themselves in the future. My one wish for a do over would revolved around my high school years and my track and field career. As a young freshman you often do not realize how much potential you have and take a less than serious approach to things knowing that you have another three years in which to improve. This was the case for myself. I made a decision to become a part of the track team and go out for pole-vaulting, after all I had an uncle who held the record at his high school for years and years, I mean - how hard could it be?
Everyday of my life, I've always wanted to get things done at the right time but I didn't because of all the excuses i made. There was one beautiful and hot day, the weather was great for me to attend to my football camp during my off-season. I got out the house ready to go with the things i needed for the camp and i was ready to go to work on the field. I was ready to show my abilities with many of these football athletes and college coaches. The camp i went was Nike Sparq Combine and they're the camp that test athlete abilities. There was several college coaches there looking for best ranked and overrated athletes to be recruit, but I thought that, I'm not going to be one of these athlete they were looking for. Because, I
The championship game loss helps the audience, especially young adults with high, aspiring dreams, to understand, that even if you do work-hard and aren’t awarded with winning your goal, this isn’t the end of your journey. It only means you have to work harder in the future, if you want to succeed at your goal. This conclusion shows young children how to lose properly and how to be grateful for what they have, since being good a winning is a much easier task. For like a quote from Colin Powell, “There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.” The under-class, basketball players learned from the mistakes in the title game, so they could go farther and win next year’s championship, because failure should never be your excuse to not attempt something.