Carolina Courts-Personal Narrative

My team was awesome. I was with Tim Clayton and Cole Morrison. Our team did very good the first game and I scored the winning shot for us to advance to the next round of the tournament. I knew that since I made that shot it would be my time to shine in the next game because coach would be watching me. Before the game started I looked into coaches eyes and he smiled and nodded his head.

All my parents told me was that if my team lost, we were eliminated. I really liked to be competitive, so I was as determined as a little 7 year old could get. We played the games, we pummeled the teams. That was all we did in the playoffs. And then, as soon as I knew it, “The Championship Game” had arrived.

Now I knew almost all of the coaches except the freshmen. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew we were going to come out and work hard every practice. All I wanted to do was impress the coaches. I had an advantage over all my teammates, I kinda knew what they expected.

This game we got punched in the mouth right at the start of the game. We were getting beat 8-0. Then we started to realize this team was actually pretty good. They had a couple of very efficient shooters but they were a mainly inside team. At  the half the score was 29-28.

However, we had faith and were ready for anything the other team could throw at us. My soccer team won the coin toss to see who got the ball first. The game started out pretty even with neither team having a clear advantage. The last time we played this team it was a very close game, but we had worn them down and scored a goal late in the game.

We finished the season with one loss and we went into the tournament with our first game against Republic and we won pretty easy. We played against Bothwell in the final in Marquette. I was really nervous as I can remember and it was really hot in the gym. The game started and we were up by 4 at halftime. The second half started

My teammates tackled me celebrating, leaving the ball in the back of the net and the goalie with her head between her hands. The scoreboard ticked the last few seconds away before letting out a sound of excitement that was prior a sound of disappointment. Losing in the sectional finals was devastating, but it motivated me in the off season. Coaches always say “we can learn from this loss” and I never took it seriously. Our failure set us up for more success than imagined.

Where Berent, Cael, Trevor, Xavier, and I drove up to play for the state cup. The rest of the team was with their parents but we decided to carpool to save money. We were all joking around until we figured out that we were going to play the older tempo team, Tempo Blaze. At first, we thought that this would be a sweep, that we would win the whole tournament without worrying, but know we have to play the team that has never lost this year and we have never beaten for as

I was in the locker room surrounded by girls that I did not know. They all seemed to know each other. I began to feel like a fish out of water. When I found my friend, she led me out to the pool area where we waited for the rest of the team to trickle in. They were all chatting amongst themselves before the coach began practice.

I took my passion for the game and really honed in on my skills. I continued to bust my butt in practice, trying to make my teammates and myself better. Before I know it, the first game passes and I break the school record for most rebounds in a single game with seventeen. Even though I could not accomplish anything without my team, it felt amazing to excel in a sport that I love.

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

At 4:00 p.m., the ref was going to start the game and at first, it was 7 vs. 11 for the first three minutes until more players from our team showed up. I could tell by looking at the coach that he was disappointed with the team. It was close to halftime and they were winning 2-0. Throughout the last ten minutes of the half, I was pressuring the other team.

New season, new team, and new coaches, who seemed very unexperienced, they were a couple, and they were engaged. I knew that they were going to need assistance with this group of girls. This year was the first time that I was playing basketball again after my yearlong ankle injury and I was eager to have an amazing season, but our team had to work together. The start of the season was very exciting because I was voted captain of the Lady Mustangs.

Nobody on my team could catch a ball to get the others out, it was like they all had a bad case of butterfingers. As my team just kept watching the other team go around and around in

This was my chance to have something that would really raise my confidence. Since the beginning of the season I had wanted to play in this tournament, but I knew to get there it would take a lot of grit and perseverance. My coach could only take 6 boys to this tournament so he was gonna take the best possible to good as a team.