I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
so i was just gonna be aggressive with him the whole time. He finally got me in the open court and everyone cleared out it was just me and him in the backcourt. Swear dripping down my face i knew thus is where I can make or break the game. Right here right now. The crowd went silent.
It was March 1963 at Mississippi State University. I was going to class early to get in some last minute cramming before the test over chapter 14. Even though my friend Eric Swan and I study all night. Eric was my best friend from high school. Eric and I did everything together, except when he was with his racist friends.
I was trying to encourage our team, and kept yelling to get a stop and do what we were supposed to. However, I noticed that I was doing the same thing they all were - backing off when the person I was guarding got the ball. So, the next time I had the opportunity, I got up into my man and did exactly what I was trying to get my teammates to do. The next play, Jordan did the same thing, and we got a steal. Then, Alex, Ben, and Sherman all started to follow what we started.
I watched the orange and black lined ball fly through the air. It went through the net. In an instant I had won the game for us. We were all gassed and didn't even want to play the next game. The game before had taken all our energy and our will to play.
First we did passing no one could really pass but then I thought well we could work on that. Then we set, hit, digged and last serving and I felt as if no one met my skill set. What I didn't realize at the time was how cocky I was and how much potential my team really had.
RE: Mind games [GoodGirlGrace/ Mr Quixotic] Jarrod was curious to see if his words would shock her, or at least cause the woman to lose some of her composure, however Heather didn 't flinch at all. That was just fine with the rapist, this was their first session, and she 'd barely scratched the surface of the man who was Jarrod Cross. "I see." He nodded, and took a deep breath as contemplation 's of an appropriate response swirled through his mind, then decided to attempt to twist the Psychiatrist 's words, and use them against her.
On a snowy Saturday morning in January, Tom lingered over his second cup of coffee as his mom leafed through the Staten Island Advocate. As the snow accu- mulated in the backyard and alley of the white stucco house, Tom became more sullen. He despised winter – its long nights, bitter temperatures, biting winds, as well as its heavy, drifting snows which made driving a perilous undertaking. His thoughts turned to his ex-girlfriend, Martha, and her predilection for cuddling during such frightful weather. However, she was a strong-willed woman – much like his mother – refusing to accept the skinny teacher’s procrastination with re- gard to marriage.
When my favorite basketball team, the Boston Celtics, played in their season opening game on October 17th, I would not have dreamt that I would be leaving the room in tears after having flashbacks of the biggest setback in my lifetime. Celtics player Gordon Hayward suffered a serious leg injury early in the game. While many people were disappointed that one of the Celtics’ best players was injured, I sympathized for Gordon because I truly understood what he was going through. The biggest setback of my life came on September 1, 2015, just before my sophomore year of high school.
At the beginning of spring I would have been just another spectator on the sidelines, refilling water bottles for the varsity players, waiting for another practice to prove my worth to the team. Now? I’m taking faceoffs at center field. The ref signals for the faceoff men to get into position, he lays the ball between us, and then blows the whistle. The game has begun.
and I certainly don’t need it to survive, but every time I step onto the court with my four other teammates, the electricity courses through my body and my heart races. Representing my school is a source of pride, but when added to the joy of playing the game, there’s nothing like it. But before I can encounter that feeling, it all must begin somewhere. The dreadful 2 hours of of my day,
We didn’t think it was possible to make the championship game. The team we were playing was like our rivals. It was tied 2-2 at the end of the third period. We were going into a shootout. I let one of the three shots in and our team scored two of the three shots.
EVERYONE was giving me the stink eye and I knew what they were thinking; Ty blew this one again. This brought back a lot of tough memories from last year of teammates making fun of me. All through the season, I could never earn their trust because I just couldn’t hit the ball. Eventually I became the bench warmer for every game. If I were to join the team this year, I knew that I would be no match for the other players.
I have been waiting since the start of summer for this day, the day to go against Topeka West the school that have been talking stuff for the longest. There was so much hype about this game and it was finally here, when the bell ringed at the end of the day i rushed out of class and got on the bus to head over to chandler our practice field. When we got there we all the football players loaded off the bus and when we got off there was a table of chips,water,gatorade,PB & J and fruit snacks so we didn’t play on an empty stomach. After we ate and got ready coach talk to us for a little bit and then we got on the bus to head to Hummer sports park, it was a loud bus