Sweat, aching muscles, and green spread out before me. I’d been practicing, I went hard and did my best to improve in every possible aspect. I worked not only on my form, my precision, and my power, but also on my mind; my mental game. I had to tell myself I could do it, I had to be confident in myself, no reassurance from others. I was told I had no chance, how could I win. I was expected to lose, and I thought I would. It was tennis during my freshman year. It was my first match. Not knowing what to expect, I stepped onto the court, three new tennis balls held carefully in my hand, a racquet and water jug in the other, a visor on my head, tennis uniform on my body. This was all I had. I had no one out there with me, I was all alone. I had …show more content…
Dirty glares are exchanged as the players look to defeat the other, to win at all costs. This is what I had seen of sports most often, my only real experience with team sports coming from my brothers baseball team at church, to which I payed very little attention, and shows I had seen on television. I had a few weeks of practice with my team under the belt but I hadn’t seen a real match, I didn’t know how it would play out, and I definitely hadn’t faced an opponent from another …show more content…
I learned about the very nature of people. People are kind hearted, they want friendships and relationships just as much as I do, if not more. They want relationships and friendships that make the time spent together more enjoyable. Whether or not you are their opponent, whether or not you are put up against them in a competition, in breaks in that competition they want to be friendly, to have a relationship. This was the case with most of my opponents through the years, I learned more about sports and that the people playing them, are people too, with feeling and emotions, they are caring people.
There are only a few instances where this lesson I had learned so many times over was challenged, the times I played Blue Springs. As I illustrated earlier they were rude towards me and my teammates, they didn’t seem to want anything to do with me. They challenged the lessons I had learned from all my other opponents, they pushed the limits and tried to break me. Luckily, the lesson my opponents had taught me was stronger than the one I had learned from movies which players on this team seemed to be trying to reinforce. I was able to be strong in my morals derived from such strong lessons and stay the “bigger
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I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
When you think of basketball you think of a pretty simple sport. The game has its sets of formal rules and regulations that are governed by the AAA, NCAA and NBA. No matter what level you play, the game will be relatively the same. In a formal game or even just a pick up game in a gym, the game is the same. That’s not the case with pick up basketball at a city park though. Depending where you live, every court has its own guidelines. You wouldn’t think that a game of basketball could change so drastically but it can. Park pick up ball is rougher, less honest, gets done faster but has a much slower pace. Park ball isn’t even really about basketball; it’s about feeling apart of something, feeling young and feeding your ego.
I love volleyball even though it has not always been easy. I have had a lot of problems during my volleyball journey that have helped me grow physically, mentally, and spiritually. I started playing volleyball in fifth grade on the middle school team and am now playing on JV. I did not get a lot of playing time when I first started, but I practiced and learned the basics of the game. I developed a love for the game with a great group of girls that I looked up to, during my first season. I have not always had the best team and coach, though.
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
During my four years of high school I believe that my involvement in sports has helped me become a better person in life. I participated in varsity basketball and Track & Field all four years and my experience in both sports has taught me life lessons that I can carry with me for the rest of my life.
The one thing that an athlete doesn’t want to hear is that they cannot play their favorite sport because of an injury they recently got. This actually happened to me when I injured my knee while lifting high amount of weight. After my lifting class I was walking perfectly and prepared to get through the rest of the day. Only an hour later I couldn’t walk with my right leg and had to limp through the rest of the day. Two hours after I was limping and trying not to cry from the sharp, acute sting in my right knee.
I would classify myself as part of a community that shares a strong passion for sports. When one says that they are passionate for sports they are mostly saying that they are always watching sports, or know everything that is happening in certain sports. Being only interested in one sport does not make one less passionate about sports than a person that has an interest in many sports. On the contrary, when one is interested in just one sport they can devote more of their time to following that sport. I see myself as a person that is mostly passionate for one sport, but has a certain level of interest for other sports.
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.
It was breezy day. The clear, light sky was breathtaking. Almost too gorgeous to foreshadow the disastrous day. It was on a tennis tournament on Saturday morning. I had confidence in my own abilities on that tennis court. As if I was Serena Williams ,the greatest tennis player of this century, and would win the whole tournament. I thought about my strengths and not my weaknesses on the bus ride to the tournament. Like my unpredictable serve, backhand strokes and killer volleys (that end points in an instant).
I was done with all my ninth grade division games, and things were going well I was the star on my team then. I had Just finished with eighteen touchdowns in seven games. I was done with Monday and Thursday night games, onto the Friday night lights.
It happened so suddenly and it was so unexpected. When I hurt my knee it was just a refresher letting me know that this stuff can happen to anyone including me at any time. Being injured makes you realize how special your time in high school sports really is cause you know what its like without it.
One day that I will probably never forget is the day that I had to play Jonathan Walker. He was easily the best table tennis player in our school and he had even been offered to play on the National Junior team. I remember the match as if it was yesterday.
The final days of my senior year are quickly passing by, which means my high school athletics are also coming to a close. Four years of practice, competition, and offseason work will all finally be over. Over these four years, parents and fans alike can see the progressive change in not only me, but my teammates as well. We walked onto the field as boys, and we will soon be walking off the field as men. Sports play a special role in countless people’s lives, but especially mine. Sports have helped make me into the young man I am today.
One of my favorite sports is Basketball. Basketball is a game filled with action, skill and adrenalin. I enjoy watching the game just as much as I like playing it. Some of my favorite players are Kristaps Porzingis, Kyrie Irving, and Lebron James. I think kristaps Porzingis,Lebron James, and Kyrie Irving are some of the best players in the NBA.
The sport I love: soccer. Not many think of anything significant when they hear the word soccer. And if they do, they just think of the sport, nothing special associated with it. Well, for me, that’s not the case. Soccer has taught me that it’s more than a sport, more than just kicking a ball around.