Ever since that day, I embrace every game, practice, workout, and bullpen. Changing my whole attitude about the game helped me to develop into a good ballplayer. It was that younger me that put everything in perspective for me. Every time I take the field, I approach it with passion and
Polar Opposites 15-50, the most lopsided score all year. As the last place team running against last year’s State Champions, we knew we were going to lose. The meet resembled David and Goliath except Goliath would most certainly win. We went into every meet knowing we were going to lose, but that was irrelevant, because to us, cross country was more than just the final score. The bus ride to the Amherst meet was just like any other that season.
The squad cheers at the very first varsity football game Aug. 21, the Friday before the semester even began. Cheerleading coach Christie Gray, who had been pregnant throughout the whole summer, said, “With the help of my three assistants, my pregnancy did not affect my coaching schedule at all. We lost many talented girls last year, so we had to work together and much harder than usual. After 15 years of coaching, you realize that every year is different and you learn to focus on the positives of what each team has to offer.” The cheerleaders didn’t perform at the Newbridge Bank Jamboree because they used the summer as a time to rebuild.
After playing softball for eleven years, I injured my back during my junior year high school season. It was my first season officially on the varsity team, therefore my devastated me. Although I was greatly saddened by this, I still stuck with the team. I went to every practice, game, tournament, and team dinner. I kept score at every game and helped my coaches with anything they needed.
But on the day of the semi-finals, my soccer team had a big problem. Due to summer vacations, we were missing a third of our team which left us with only enough kids to play. We didn’t have any subs. It was going to be a tough and hot eighty minutes of running with only a quick half-time break. However, we had faith and were ready for anything the other team could throw at us.
If I made the choice my mom wants me to do that mean I would be back row and that would be embarrassing. My gut kept on telling me to just skip that one day of the volleyball tournament and go to that football game that I have been waiting for all summer. I had a few hours to think of what I should do so I took all the time I could to make my decision. Yah, I like volleyball more, but cheer rubbed off on me and I am starting to like cheer the same as I like
Running Dream is the better media and had a better impact in my life rather than The Soul Surfer emotionally and physically.n "The Running Game" by Wendelin Van Draanen, Jessica is hospitalized after an accident. A vehicle crashed into her bus after a track meet and she is now missing one of her legs below the knee. She ran a 400 meter race in 55 seconds flat during her last meet, but now it takes her five minutes to move 20 feet. She heals quickly and her doctor is pleased with her progress, but her mental state isn 't doing so well. She slips into depression.
It was a Fall night wear the stars were out and all you could ever do is hear coach yelling to stop moving away from our positions. That night we were training for a very important soccer tournament that was only a couple weeks away. Coach smith liked to win but i think what he liked most was that we tried our best. We were a very hard team to defeat but we had our moments where we would lose games by a landslide. Coach Smith was about 63 years old but that never stopped him from playing the sport of soccer.
That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals. We had to move the benches all while trying to get prepared for the game. Coach Troy was running late as usual coach Nick was late for the first time and we were trying to warm up without him and get a handle on what to do about the field. While we waited for the coach to get there we took things into our own hands we found someone working and asked them to set up the goals but it was to late to paint lines so we just put cones up, From getting set up we did our warm
This was my first year on a varsity team and only my second year playing soccer competitively, so joining the team was especially daunting. But, outside of practice hours (4-5 days per week for 2-3 hours), I practiced at the park and trained with my cousin, who played soccer in college, to improve my skills. I even played in the house, which my mother did not appreciate. But, I genuinely wanted to get better and pull my weight and be part of the team. The team gave me a sense of community and pushed me to persevere in the face of adversity.
This all started a few days back, I was young at the time, not extremely young but young enough to a point that everything was fun. Me and my friend Patrick had been so tired from all the training from track practice and were absolutely stoked for our next track meet.Everything had been great until I got some devastating news from my parents. It was that day, that day I was sadly informed that I would not be able to make it to my esteemed track meet due to a business trip my parents were attending. My parents
Coach Sparks assumed the role of Garfield 's high schools head football coach and started football practice at the end of the spring track season. Working for this upcoming school year and dropping to 3A Metro he knew that practice was something that was a necessity for the team. The team has improved endlessly with a 5-1 record in league this school year, with their only loss being against Roosevelt High School. “Coach Sparks has made us believe again” said Garfield senior Shyheem Trowell. “With countless hours of practice and classroom sessions we have came along way since last year.” Being a football joke Garfield has been seen as football triumph, having to fight through the diversity and also the
We took a five-minute water break to try and regather our thoughts and to try and come back from this awful game against a group of social rejects. My hand had stopped bleeding by now and I was able to sign autographs for all the fans that had come out to see me play, but my hand was not well enough for me to start playing just yet. It was now around 5:30 so we continued the game so that it did not end too late. My teams goalie got the ball and passed it to David on the breakout pass, but David took only one step and Jason started charging towards him. The goalie speared David in the midsection with his stick and the other teams defenseman Scott got the ball.
She blew the whistle. I clenched my teeth through the pain in my chest and sprinted, sobbing between gasping breaths. I beat Kelly by one step. Days later, I was finally given one chance to play varsity and prove myself to the same coaches who said I’d never be “more than okay.” It wasn’t long before I was a varsity starter. I might have waited my whole life and never caught that lucky break necessary to capture my dreams, but it would have been impossible to succeed if I had given up before that chance came my way.