“Congratulations, this is the 2013-2014 Mission Vista Men’s Varsity Soccer team.” I still remember the words coming out of my high school coach’s mouth as he spoke to the new varsity team after tryouts. I was the shortest and one of the youngest players on the team, but my passion for the game was not any less than anyone on the team. I was one of the only three sophomores on the team with a team dominated by juniors and seniors.
Do you ever have that moment in your life where you put everything aside a focus on one thing? The date was September 14th, the golf tournament at Yorktown Golf Course. I had been waiting for this tournament all year. This was my chance to put all that I have worked on for weeks into full effect. All I could think about was a medal and how much I really wanted it.
We needed to work as a team. The point guard brought the ball up the court as I rushed to call out a play. The other team stole the ball and scored. Once again the opposing side trounced us. More importantly, we failed to play as a team and I had to take responsibility.
There is about 30 kids trying out and only 15 were going to make the team. I had a good feeling I was going to make the team because I had good enough skill and I had a very good basketball IQ. The tryouts lasted for two hours for two nights. The two hours were full of sprinting, full court scrimmages, and shooting drills. Overall I didn’t do as good as I would have liked to.
Jasmin is my old sister she is two years older than me even though we have are ups and downs, she means the world to me. She has very curly hair that makes her look like a lion at times. She is a very outgoing person in high school she was a cheerleader and she won homecoming queen her senior year I look up to her a lot. Growing up it was just always me my sister Jasmin and my little brother Antonio and mom being a single mother we learn to get along most of the time.
As I walked into the basketball court, I could feel the excitement of a new season. Players getting ready for the game, parents talking to others, coaches talking about points of emphasis, and referees waiting for the players. We started the game and by the first half, I scored 7 points. The score at halftime was 15 - 14. The Bears were winning.
In one of my softball games my freshman year we had begun to practice before the game and I had been put at third base in the game. During warm-up/ practice the coach had been hitting balls in consecutive order. The first ball it to me, I missed, my teammates said “It’s okay Cassidy, take another one!” So, I asked my coach for another one, I fumbled with that ball.
“Is Pavan datta Reddy present?” asked the coaches. The voice was high pitched, loud enough to break a glass. My hand went up in the air slowly like a snail that is traveling from India to China. Everybody looked up at me, especially the eighth graders. Their faces had evil smiles, smiles that looked like the grinch.
As a young child, I was the picture perfect child, a teacher’s pet. I always got the straight A’s and had a respectful attitude. I wore dresses to church every Sunday and was never interested in sports unless it was soccer. However, that was only because my father was a big soccer fan, and he wanted me to play. I stopped after three years and that was all.