Has there ever been something that you pushed for or strived for as a team? For my soccer team, that was the end of season playoffs. In the spring of 2016, my team had finally earned the coveted spot of being one of the top four teams to qualify for the playoffs. After having an excellent season with only two losses, my soccer team was one of the top four teams to earn a spot in the GAASA tournament. But on the day of the semi-finals, my soccer team had a big problem.
I read a book called Kickoff. It was a story about a girl named Tyra Fraser, who moved from Florida to England. She played soccer all her life and leaving her old team back home was a big deal. It took Tyra awhile to get use to living in England. Tyra’s first day was awful; she got in trouble because her uniform was incorrect.
The Sheridan Bruins women’s rugby team (3-1 OCAA) tore up the turf this weekend at homecoming in their game against Mohawk College. The lady Bruins scored nine tries and two conversions in the 66 minutes of play on Oct. 3, defeating the Mountaineers 49-0. This has been the lady Bruins most successful season since the women’s rugby program started four years ago. The progress was clear in their performance on Saturday. “Our scrums looked good nice and low, our rucks were very aggressive, we stole a few of their rucks which means the girls were really getting low and driving well,” said head coach Tamara Dixon after the game.
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.
And I absolved them right then and there… They passed my bronze medal around so that everyone could touch, feel and see what an Olympic medal is like. At the trials, she set a world record in the 200-meter race that would stand for the following eight years, and qualified for the Olympic team in the 100 meter, 200 meter, and 4 × 100 relay. Per Great Women in Sports, she told a correspondent for the Chicago Tribune, "I remember going back to my high school this particular day with the bronze medal and all the kids that I disliked so much or thought I disliked … put up this immense huge banner: 'Welcome Home Wilma. The winners of the encounter were invited to the Olympic Trials, held two weeks later at Texas Christian University.
In fact, my outlook was amazing; there were three elite meets that season, each with a limit of runners on my team that would be taken. Then, tragedy struck the team; three of our fastest girls were injured and out for the season. Now, I wasn’t happy about them being sidelined, but it did finally give me a chance to recover my placement from the beginning of sophomore year. I wanted to help lead the team to state, and with what my coach had previously said, it didn’t appear to be too far out of my reach. However, “too far” should have been followed by an asterisk, as my season soon spiraled out of my
My Broken Foot and a Lost Soccer Tournament There we were, one minute left in the game and the score 1-1. I was falling off of the bench , and I wasn’t even playing. I was out because I broke my foot three hours before. It was the third game of the tournament in Cincinnati. The first half went by terse with my team up 3-1.
As Abby sat on the bench nearby watching she was also remembering. She remembered the day quite clearly, because it was that day that she really learned about teamwork. Actually the conflict began the day before the soccer game. A small soccer team in Peoria was having practice and two girls were arguing over who was going to start as goalie the next day. It went down to who could block the most soccer balls.
People have influences and role models in life, typically a family member. On occasion, for athletes, coaches are a major influence. Throughout my career as an athlete, many coaches have come and gone and have been loved and hated, but none has had a greater impact than Jarica Martarano, my softball coach since sophomore year. She was born on August 24, 1992, she grew up on sports, including basketball, volleyball, softball, and soccer. She only played soccer for a year because she got in trouble for pushing a girl so she did not want to play again.
It was after that season that I realized, that through the first 3 years of my high school soccer career, I had been trying to please someone and I wasn’t focused on enjoying what was in front of me. I had wanted those seasons to end so I could be done with the humility of playing on junior varsity, but now there isn’t much time left. I have only one more season left before my competitive sports career is over. This last season won’t be about pleasing my coach, it will be about enjoying the final ride with my teammates and friends that I have grown up playing with since the age of 7. Sometimes in life, you don’t appreciate stuff until it’s gone and luckily my failures helped me realize that my time playing soccer is about to be gone and I want to be able to enjoy
I had spent countless hours in preparation for this one tournament. I had watched myself going up to make the final shot, the one that actually mattered. I had spent four hours qualifying, having my father help with my physical game and mother helping with the mental. All was going good for me, until I spotted the beast. He was 6’3, weighing in at a rough