Narrative Essay About Lacrosse Game

Fresh meat. Freshie. Child. Bottom of the chain. These words were engraved in my head during my first day of high school. However, I ignored them and pursued my own objectives. In my freshman year of high school, I was the founder of the lacrosse club at my school. Apart from having a rigorous school schedule filled with honors classes, and being involved in football and FBLA, it was my responsibility to bring the club to life. I discovered my math teacher used to play college lacrosse, and I had always been interested in lacrosse. I approached him with the idea and he encouraged it and told me if I got the players, he would help coach. As the founder, I was involved in recruiting prospective members, serving as a liaison between the players, coaches, and parents, and most

I have the standard set of beliefs as most people; don’t do anything illegal or to harm anyone, be a decent person, help those who need it. However, I’ve struggled most with the old adage of “treat others as you want to be treated”. It seemed simple enough to me as a child, and thus I began to do just as the age-old advice said. In most instances I have gotten what I’ve expected in return. My grades reflect my efforts at school, the treatment of me by my sister was indicative of how many names I had called her that day. Yet, there is still one issue that I’ve always wondered about. One could say that my experience in cross country has been far from normal. One year, I was running a thirty-minute 5k, and ranked eighty-sixth on the team. The

In conclusion, Lacrosse is a sport that I love and take seriously each and everyday. Being a female lacrosse player can sometimes be a difficult thing. It can be difficult when facing an opponent that is bigger than you, or when you have terrible referees. But loving lacrosse will never change for me. I have big dreams that I want to achieve in lacrosse, and I won’t let anyone or anything stop me from what I love

Adrenaline pulsing through my body and anxiety filling up in my stomach, I quickly throw on my football gear and head out to the practice field. It’s a nice hot day in Ocala, Florida, with the sun beating down on our necks, we stand side by side in line waiting to be picked to play second, third, or fourth string in a play. Waiting in anticipation, each of us grinding our teeth, watching first string pure athletes colliding against each other like gladiators to have possession of a ball made at one-time of “pig’s skin”. To some people, the game of American football makes no sense, whether it’s the idea of trying to protect a ball or running and passing it to make a goal for your team. People like this, see the concept of football and understand why millions of people love it; but to them the sport is pointless and causes way too many casualties. Coming from the most us who love the sport, it’s not the worry of getting hurt that you mainly

Nothing hurts more than being excluded. I learned this the hard way my sophomore year. This is a story about my high school lacrosse team. Most of my friends are on the team so we’ve become very close after playing together since the seventh grade. We play lacrosse in the backyard almost everytime we’re together.

Running onto the field, I can 't believe we won it - the High School Girls ' Rugby Championship. We all celebrate our exciting moment of victory, but months later the tryouts for the summer travel team would happen. The fun-filled first day was also nerve-wracking, but we all have each other like a family. Then, the next day of tryouts with starting sprints and stretching. Next, the contact portion - tackling with passing - came upon us faster than we thought. The first times through the drill went well, but it’s finally my turn after waiting in line. I run with the ball, get tackled, and wait for my teammate to catch my pass so I could return to the line. SMACK! My teammate 's knee slams into my head leaving me dizzy and with a headache. My AP U.S. History exam came the next week with headaches and faulty doctor’s exams.

Ever since I was a toddler, I loved sports. Baseball, basketball, it did not matter; I just liked to run. When I was around 4 or 5, I was in the living room watching the Steelers play the Cardinals and saw Santonio Holmes grab a game winning touchdown to win the Superbowl. I was so excited that I jumped up in the air and I told my dad, “Daddy when I grow up I want to play football and I want to score a lot of touchdowns just like 10 does.”

A day in the summer there was a football game played at Kimberly’s turf located in Kimberly Wisconsin. A 7th grade Kimberly football team was playing another great team called the Neenah Rockets they had a massive running back that had this bushy mustache and they had a pretty fast good throwing quarterback. The Neenah rockets had great talent but so did Kimberly. This game was going to be a great one, cold fans crowded the stands eating fresh popcorn and very chocolatey hot chocolate in very white cups as the game started it was 0-0 after the first 4 and a half quarters and in the last minutes something big happens when we are on defense…

It's the first day of two-a-days, and I was put on the varsity team for middle linebacker. I was not supposed to be on varsity, but since I was at every summer workout and studied the sport for the upcoming season I earned a spot. When we went to start practice I was starting on both defense and offense and I felt unstoppable.Two weeks went by and we had our first scrimmage against the hale center. I

The course was muddy and slippery and damp. I knew that the last runners who were going qualify to state were going to run a nineteen-minute race. While other teams were practicing and warming up, my team was playing in the playground. From what I’ve been through this week, I know I wasn’t going to make it to state, but I still wanted to know how close I would be .The teams were called to the starting line and I was nervous. POP! The gunshot was heard and everyone was running for a place at state. After the first mile I was in 32nd place, but from there I was not improving. I started to slow down. My head was hurting and felt like it was going to explode, my legs were starting to give up and were feeling like they were going to collapse, and my arms were stiff. At my second mile, I was in 36th place and the coach had a worried face. At this point, I started to give up. I started coughing, had a runny nose, and was gasping for air. I finished the race in 36th place with a time of 19:44. I was exhausted and sad that the season was over, but I knew that I had one more season left to make it to

Third and long. I got ready for the snap of the football as I got set in the three-point stance. I looked up and stared the center in his eyes. His eye-black is fading and smearing all over his face has as he sweats profusely. The quarterback yelled, “Set…… Hit!” I sprung forward and launched out of my stance. The center snapped the ball then shot at me with his hands aimed for my pads to attempt to block me. I took a sharp left step, as I propelled my left hand onto his back and cycled my right arm over to push him away. As I got past him I locked onto the quarterback. Rushing towards him as fast as I could he scrambled to catch up to him and disrupt the play. I charged at him and got low to prepare for the sack. Then, everything went to

Ever since the early 1630’s the sport of lacrosse has been building and evolving into a global and an college powerhouse sport that is becoming more popular by the day. As popular as the sport has become, people still ask, what is lacrosse? Lacrosse is a game that involves a goal, a long-handled stick and a ball. Lacrosse is very similar to hockey or even basketball in some ways when it comes to things like how the offense is ran and the way you try to score. It can be a very aggressive contact sport. Typically, there are 10 players on the field at one time. There are 3 attackmen, 3 midfielders, 3 defensemen and a goalie.

I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it.

Last Saturday I went to my first ever lacrosse game in Ithaca, New York. The game was played between the college teams Albany Great Danes and Cornell Big Red. I had been invited by friends, and of course I wanted to go. I knew nothing about lacrosse before the game but now I’d almost consider myself a professional. But now I’m going to narrate how it went.

Growing up, I spent most of my time playing sports and trying to stay active as much as possible. As I got older, I became more serious with field hockey, and I was determined to make the varsity team my junior year of high school. All summer I spent working on my stick skills on the field, and my endurance in the gym in order to do everything I could to make the varsity squad. When tryouts started in the end of August, I hadn’t performed the way I wanted to, and girls I thought had no chance of making the team, played so well over the three days. However, I was hopeful I still had a shot on the varsity roster. On the last day of tryouts, all fifty of us were to find out what team we had made, or for the few girls, that they were getting cut