Lanier vs Stone It was only two days before the game. Everyone was nervous, yet fired up about the upcoming game. I was at school during practice, and all I can concentrate on is the game. I heard a lot of people were gonna be there. I was on fire at practice, I didn’t miss a single shot. It was Lanier, which was my middle school, verses stone
Finally, it was game day. I couldn't concentrate at school, all I was thinking about was the game. Everyone would come up to me and tell me that I was gonna crush them. Mr.Dejo, who was our coach, said that there was gonna be more than one hundred fifty people coming to the game. I have never performed in front of that many people before. I kept on saying that I was going to do great to myself. I still had a distressed feeling inside of me.
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Some people would talk trash to me just because they didn't make the team. I just ignored them, they were just jealous that I was a lot better than them. At lunch there was an enormous line for tickets, they were five dollars each. After lunch I got called to go to the office, I went and they gave me my game shirt. I was alarmed when I got number 10, Mr.Dejo said I deserved it. School finally ended. I decided to stay after school and wait two hours until the game. I practiced in the gym with Mr.Dejo and a few other people. I was shaky every time I would think about the game, but I just tried to forget about it. I was practicing really hard, I wasn't doing good but at the same time I wasn't doing bad. I was getting pretty tired, but I kept on practicing. Some people came, then sat down. It had been thirty minutes , Mr.Dejo told me to stop worrying about the game, and just rest.So I did, I stopped and just went and got a drink.After thirty more minutes, people started to come, in ten minutes there was about 50 people. I kept on shaking even
Pass, Dribble, Shoot, Score. You see the thrilled crowd cheering? That is because the Tempo Cyclones just won the DASC tourney go be able to compete for the state championship. Then the road to the championship just started. The road to glory started in Pierre, South Dakota.
Basketball is a game of chess. It is non stop running shouting and yelling, just like my championship tournament for my Hoover basketball team. I was tired before the tournament even started because I had already played a game earlier in the morning at 9:00 am at Chelsea Elementary School with my Berry team. After that game I went to play in a tournament for my Hoover team at 11:00am.
“This has got to be a freshman game attendance record,” my teammates said. Our coach was even astonished, “I have never seen this building so packed.” I immediately stopped the drill I was doing and just watched. My eyes lit up wider than a kid in a candy shop who just received his allowance. Then the noise began to rattle the PIT into an environment of bedlam.
As days went by it was time for the big game. I was never this terrified in my life. The score was going back and forth. First it was 1-0 then 1-1 and so on. But when it came to the bottom of the 8th.
I was sitting on the bench in the last inning of our fourth game wondering if I was ever going to get to play when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see my coach gazing down at me. He gave me a sly grin and said, "get a helmet, you 're on deck. " I had to swallow my shock. I jumped up and hurried over to the on deck circle.
It had been a long day at the softball field and everyone on my team was exhausted. We had won every game that we had played that day. We had made it to the championship and we're ready to win. I was the pitcher so I had an important duty, to pitch as best as I could.
I was nervous since it was my first time trying to achieve a goal I really wanted. However, I was disappointed since I obviously didn’t make the team and didn’t do my absolute best. The second time after making the team I felt like I had accomplished something for the first time in my life and excitement for a new part of my life. During my first year on the team I still felt these same emotions for different reasons. I believed that even though I had made the team I wasn’t preforming to my best ability and when I was trying my hardest it still didn’t feel good enough.
This was the big game that we were all looking forward to. This team that we are playing are our rivals. If we were to win this game then we would be region champions. We all got into the bus and put our headphones in. No one said a word to anyone.
i told everyone that i was an exchange student and would only be there for two days. I talked too the coach about being on the team and he said i could start next game. i was so excited and happy that i got to have a payoff day. we drove down on the bus too go too the game and i told all the kids about my life in africa cause i painted myself black.
We ate, dressed, and marched out to the stadium. We planned to perform the show after the game so that we would have more time. During the whole game, I went over the music, my marching, and my sets. I did not want to mess up-to earn ten more push-ups. The game had just five minutes left.
I was so ready to play I just knew we were going to roll right over our rivals. I’d never been so wrong in my entire life. The game started off decent enough. We won the coin toss and chose to receive the ball first.
Sprinting to the finish line, gasping for air, all I could think about was how I was not going to make it in time. It was the end of the summer, and the start of tryouts for the soccer season. My head coach of many years had always had the tradition of holding varsity tryouts with a few requirements: you must be able to run a mile in under six minutes, and you need to be able to juggle a soccer ball at least 50 times. All spring and summer I had been training for that one run around the track four times. Countless hours of running many miles around my neighborhood and local track.
This year I was so excited to play new position in football, I would workout and practice everyday to get better I knew it would pay off. The first couple of practices we don’t do much we would walk threw things waiting for full pads. About a week later we finally got full pads I was so excited I wanted show everyone what I got and how much i’ve improved! “ Zach, I want you to him as hard you can!”
Today, was tiring. I did all my practicing so that I just have to rest and get ready for tomorrow 's game. I get ready for my game by putting on my uniform. The game is starting and the whole crowd is cheering for
Some people thought it was inspiring, but I could see other people thought I didn’t deserve to be there. It was a relief once we arrived at the locker rooms. Whiteboards with colorful markers had writing