It was a dark and stormy winter night, and the whole town was watching the high school football championship. It was fourth quarter and the Cardinals and the Cougars were neck and neck. With only a few minutes left in the games and the two teams were tied. The band was louder than ever and the fans were screaming and chanting along with the cheerleaders. The Cardinals were all huddled up together wiping the sweat and rain off of their faces trying to come up with the last play to win the championship. It was now or never. One of the team players, Jason, decided to give the team a pep talk and boost their confidence before the referee called them back on to the field. He knew the team was going to do the best to their abilities and try to rush
Paul Minor was on the mound, there was one out and a runner on first. It was then that Musial smacked a double down the right field line that was clearly fair. Lee Ballant, the first base umpire, called the ball a foul. The Cardinals players rushed the field and Solly Hemus and Eddie Stanky were both thrown out of the game.
The Buffalo Sabres were playing the Florida Panthers. Thousands of spectators cheered as Buffalo took a 4-3 lead. The puck flew down the ice to the corner left of goaltender Ryan Miller. Players from both team rushed after the puck, 10 minutes and 4 seconds into the 3rd period Florida forward Olli Jokinen... ... middle of paper ... ...
on day in early june gablin was sitting in the dugout of the san jose sunbirds stadium remembering last season. It was the eighteenth inning of the second game of the Western Division play-offs against the Santa Ana Lionettes and Gamblins idol. Carol Spanks was at the plate Spanks lined the ball to the left of third base a shot lit so hard that it pulled the glove off Gamblins hand and rolled onto the artificial turf Gamblin scrambled for the ball spun around and threw her idol out at first base. It was she thought the best play she ever made.
“Girls, on the fence,” our coach hollered. “I do not care if it is your favorite pitch right down the middle, don’t swing. Don’t swing until you have a strike.”
By this time it is 6:30, thirty minutes to kick-off. Everyone is starting to arrive. The band starts marching down the track, playing our school fight song. Also, in the background you can hear the players warming up to their most famous beat. By this time it is 6:50, time for the anthem to be played. As I hear the announcer come on the speaker, everything comes to a hush. It's silent and the only thing I can hear are the cars in the distance driving down the interstate, and the bugs flying around your head. Through the scratchy speakers, I can hear the announcer ask everyone to please rise for the National Anthem. At this time I hear the crowd rise from the bleachers, and a wave of silence hovers over them as the band starts playing. I can feel the tension from the players as they stand in silence. Looking at them, I can see the steam rise from their heads, from warming-up.
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
As the Bobcats waited to be introduced they knew how hostile the crowd was going to be. They were in Lafayette, the birthplace of Louisiana hockey, playing the home town Acadiana Wreckin' Rams. Acadiana High was introduced, and now it was their moment. The arena speakers boomed, the band, who had a decent trip in just a few school buses, played the fight song as the announcer said, "Ladies and gentleman, the Bienville High School Bobcats." The players on the second through fourth line skated onto the ice, until the announcer began to speak again. "Ladies and gentlemen, the starting lineup for Bienville High School!
It was the third quarter of a very intense game, the score was 8-6 we were winning. Both teams were relying on their defenses to stop the opposing offense and in our case to score. From what I have heard through the “grape vine” is that the offense of North Central isn't the greatest, but we have one of the best defenses. The stands, like every other junior varsity game, had only a handful of people in them. Most of the die-hard fans were either family or girlfriends. Unlike the North Park Vikings, who suited up over 60 players in their royal blue, our junior varsity team had suited up about 29 players total. Out of those 29 select few, only 13 were on the defensive side of the ball.
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.
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.
After a fumble recovery, my team was awarded the ball at the 50 yard line. The time left on the clock allowed us for one more play to win the game. Looking around at the players in the huddle not only did I see the fatigue that resulted from the game but I also saw that each one of them had determination to win. I called out the play and sent my fellow warriors to give it one last shot. As we approached the line of scrimmage the crowd grew deafening. They had cheered us on throughout the frigid temperatures of the night and now that the game was nearing an end they revealed to us that they too still had faith.
It’s a big game 4th quarter down by 2 only 1:45 left on the clock. The best player on that team is doing great scoring but they just need to score in time and they would win the game. The game is down to the last 45 seconds and they need to score the championship is on the line the QB takes the snap launches it to the receiver and it’s a leaping catch into the end zone and wins the game but stays down holding his knee when he jumped wrong and he had torn his ACL.
Everman was so close to becoming champions. Everyone’s all pumped up, praying every 10 miles on our way to Grande Communications Stadium in Midland, Texas. The bus ride there and back was something I’d never experience all within the span of 24 hours. I will never forget that game. It was the most intense game I’ve ever witnessed and been a part of. It’s the last few minutes of 4th quarter and the opposing team, Canutillo, crowd is going crazy because they’re ahead by a field goal. Everman’s side is hastily growing a head full of gray hairs, on the brinks of tears anticipating the final score. We either go home as proud, waggin’ tail bulldogs or go home with our tails in between our legs. It happened so fast. We lost. It’s like someone snapped their fingers and everyone started crying, literally everyone. Players dropped to the ground. There are no words to explain the way I felt. All the time we spent at practice, the time helping the players with rehab for the next game, not being able to sleep in on Saturdays, and all those words of encouragement down the
As the team started to depart the bus, the numbered shorts and jerseys slowly made there way back to there cars. As Rich opened his door and practically collapsed in his seat he wondered if the game that they had just arrived from was even worth the humiliation that his team suffered by the 110-53 victory by there rival team. Rich slumped the rest of the way into his car buckling up and starting the engine. After a night as bad as this one all he wanted was to get home and finally get to sleep. Rich put his car in drive and slowly made his way to the street in front of the school.
“I am the star this is my year... my game,” she thought to herself; “the fate of this game is all up to you”. This was this biggest, most important game of her life. Scouts watching, many fans cheering for her and the rest of the seniors on the team. The nerves were building up. She was shaking from head to toe. She kept telling herself “It’s the same as any other game, you’ve got this Thia”! Truth is... it wasn’t. It was her senior game. The very last game she would ever play on her home field in her high school career.