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
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.
I thought I was invincible. I tried to be the best on the team, I worked hard
teams best player. I was trying to get warmed up properly so I wouldn't get injured in 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
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.
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.
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.
After my visit to urgent care I discovered more than just a mere broken clavicle bone, I discovered what my right half represented: sports. Prior to the hit, my love of sports had been waning, quite rapidly in fact, and it refused to leave my body. Moreover, its presence was consuming my time, and cluttering my mind, leaving no time for the freshly sparked passions that conflicted with it. Although I don’t celebrate the physical manifestation of my injury, I certainly laud the liberating opportunity it presented to me.
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.
Cones were laid out on the grass, ready for us to start working on drills. Putting all my effort into every step I got, all I wanted to do was prove that I was good enough to make a team. I’m sure every other girl who really wanted to play soccer or was even there to try out for fun felt pressured to show off to the coaches, to show what they were made of. Me, myself was even nervous watching the other girls thinking they were better than me, while I was shooting, passing, playing one verses one the only thing I could think about was what if I don’t make the team… The first and second day of tryouts came to an end waiting for one more day till the results came
I never thought I’d learn the most important things in life from the game of football. It all started the day my new football coach, Jeff Rotsky, came to our school and we all met for the first time. I remember when we were all sitting in the little theater listening to him talk to us for the first time. He came in loud, full of energy, excited, and gave us a very passionate greeting. He said things like: we’re gonna be a top contender in the GCC, we have great potential to be a championship type team, and that he’s going to get us into the best schools possible, as long as we do everything he tells us to. At the moment, I didn’t believe we could even be a team that could make the playoffs, but it eventually came to me once I bought into what he was saying and doing. It came to me once I saw how much the coaches cared for us and how hard they worked. I also saw that almost all of my teammates were working harder and actually cared more.
Outside, in the meadows of the fields i walked out with my white shirt, shorts and cleats . It was training day our first day training and to determine who was best we played a game of classic soccer. We got into groups of 11, 1 goalie and the rest
For as long as I could remember soccer, my avocation, has been an imperative part of my life. Whether it be the endless running back and forth between practices and games or attending additional training sessions. I’ve participated in many other sports alongside soccer but soccer has always been my main focus. Along my way, there have been many times where I contemplated if I was good enough but there have been numerous people who encouraged me to pursue.
Then the next game was on Saturday and we played at six pm we were vs a team called Iron Bound they said that they were a good team. There was no doubt about it but that didn't stop my team we won at the end five to three. Then after that game we got pumped up and we were in the moment. We were pumped up for the next game and we were on a winning streak. Then we had to vs one particular team named the Bumble Bees. We had to beat them to get to the finals.
How could I? We were in year 6 at the top of the schools hierarchy and