Narrative Essay On Tigers Game

The final seconds of the clock began to tick away. The Idaho Girls Basketball State Championship was disappearing faster than it came. A screeching buzz signaled the end of the game. of the final buzzer sounded. That was it. Borah and Boise had reached the pinnacle of high school basketball, but their seasons, contrary to a movie-like moment, now ended in a very dreary, anticlimactic fashion. The orange glowing lights on the display hanging in the center of the gym indicated the meager final score: seventeen to seven (Lycklama).

Eventually, we ended up winning the game 4-1, and I couldn’t have been prouder of myself and my team. After the game we met on the side of the field to talk. “You guys were amazing out there today. You played like a team, and you all played with your hearts, and you all wanted to win.” Coach Maggie said as the chills on her arms and legs became visible. We all worked so hard, and we were tired and sweaty, but it was all worth

It was a beautiful morning the sun was shining bees a buzzing you can see clearly mt si as we stand on a terrible grass field filled with potholes and mole mounds i as i consider in my head why aren't we on their elevated grass field but that thought is quickly shooed away as john a fellow teammate hurdles a ball toward me as i catch it he trips on a pothole i say to him "today is going to be a good day" as that event comes to a close luckily the opposing team had just arrived and thankfully didn't see that as i suit up to play goalie in a muddy goal with moose poop nearby and goose poop

There is a defining silence as I hold my breath in anticipation, the buzzer sounds, breaking the silence as the crowd erupts. Sticks, helmets, and gloves scatter the ice as jump on the glass to celebrate with their teammates. They have done it, the Little Falls Flyers are going to the state tournament. This is the scene I witnessed during my brothers junior year of high school; his hockey team won the section and had advanced to the state hockey tournament. Because it is every hockey players dream to make it to the state tournament, I committed this triumph to memory. I watched the team as they celebrated their victory with the fans. I watched the players hug each other and cry with tears of joy. "So that 's what it would feel like to go to the state tournament," I heard myself say. As they continued to celebrate, I sat there wondering about the team and what kind of players contributed to their success.

For example, one kairotic moment in particular some of you may remember, happened back in 2013. When the Miami Heat’s played the San Antonio Spurs, in the NBA finals. The game was winding down as the Spurs were looking to clinch another win, to seal the deal and take the championship. However, there was one player on the Heat’s roster that thought otherwise. His name was Lebron James, and the Spurs knew he would try and take the last shot to help the Heat’s win the game. After a 30 second timeout, the ball was in bounds and as expected, given to Lebron James. The Spurs swarmed him as he stood at the three-point line to shoot the ball. When the ball left his hands, the arena went silent and everyone stood to their feet. The ball hit the rim,

The popular home team broke out from their tight huddle and separated throughout the field. Their anguished faces concentrated on the last quarter; they are only 5 points up. The earnest and intoxicating energy transfers into the equally tense crowd. The fierce competition begins to boil up into the fans. Someone yells a blind comment within the rage and before anyone knows it, fights break out throughout the crowd. Teeth fly, blood sprays the walls like a fresh coat of crimson paint, over causes that the fans will soon forget. This mentality steels the minds of the fans. Innocent bystanders get wrapped up into these rioting mobs and police are left to wonder who is responsible and who is to be punished. This herd mentality has been known

Fear, anticipation, excitement: these words all describe how I was feeling the morning before my first high school tennis practice, which was also the tryouts for varsity. I knew that it would be hard, but I was confident that varsity was within my grasp. I was, however, trying not to get my hopes up in case I did not get on, and if I was on JV, then I would be my friend Molly’s doubles partner. This day would determine my whole freshman tennis season.

My sweaty palms grasped the handle of my duffle bag tightly as I swung my luggage into the car. Cedar Springs was a mere 45 minutes away, that was our destination. We were leaving my sisters, Lily and Taylor, behind for this trip. Just my parents and I off to my first soccer tournament. I had the case of the jitters. New team, new coach, was I really meant to be on this team?

As I threw my final shot, my fate was sealed. Whether I struck or not, it would change my life forever. Beating Kyle Lewis, who was just one inch short of being a complete beast would earn me a spot in junior gold and scholarship money. I watched the ball gliding over the heavily oiled lanes, the lights flickering as if time was in slow motion. I then saw the ball hit a dry patch and make its flip, and turn into a deep, heavy roll. The ball hit the pins, my stomach dropping out. This, is what I live for.

The crowd cheered as Elizabeth went up to spike the ball. In the back row, I was not expected to receive such hard hit. I managed to save the ball. Somehow the ball made its way back to Elizabeth, I trembled, she went up again, locked her eyes and gave the ball a hard smack. It came like a bullet towards my feet, I knelt down to dig but it was too late. The whistle blew, the referee signaled to award a point to the opposing team. The score was 15-25, first set was completed. My eighth grade volleyball coach asked if I was ready to get back in the second set; I hesitated. I knew my skill was no match for the other team but I had to decide: remain on the sideline to settle my pounding heart or get back onto the court to play the game I love. Although result of that day was a disappointment, I was not regret for the outcome since I had chosen the latter option. Despite the defeats and setbacks, I chose to face the obstacle, and in return, I received a satisfying feeling of accomplishment. With these endurances, I hope to achieve my ultimate goal of becoming a dignified surgeon.

It was 3:30 by the time we were finished eating in pre-game, and time to relax and get ready for the game. The first thing I remembered was being asleep being woken up by Coach Fresina to get up and go get taped. Doing my Friday routine, I got dressed into all my apparel for the game and put my headphones on all the way up and went into the training room. There standing there was my best friend Trinity waiting to tape my wrists. I took off my wrist bands so she could tape my wrists. As I got my wrist taped, I talked to Trinity and my brother Keenan. Afterwards, I went into the locker room to chill.

"Next week we 're having a practice match against Ocean View. Even though it 's not a real match, I want you guys to take this seriously and practice a lot! Nobody should be slacking off, understood?" Danny, Honolulu High 's volleyball team captain, received a chorus of various affirmative responses and nodded.

The day was filled with the air of excitement as her teammates began to gather for the game. Jill never thought they would make it to the playoffs but here they were at Myrtle Beach. Always a fun place to visit nut no time for fun right now as the hard work was just beginning. She could hear her parents on the sidelines calling her name and cheering her on. So cool! At 16 years old Jill was a confident teen, proud of her accomplishments and getting to the playoffs was icing on the cake of her junior year.

I walked off the tennis courts and closed the silver gate behind me. As soon as my eyes met my coaches’, I just froze. Tears after tears streamed down my pink flushed face. It felt like the whole world was staring at me. With our racquets dropped to our sides, my partner and I sauntered over to the scores table. The conference director handed me a sad yellow fourth place ribbon. I wiped the drops from my face and tightened my ponytail. I accepted the disappointment and scornfully looked at my smiling opponents, Prospect High school. Then I turned around and made direct eye contact with the opponents’ parents. I stood there and waited for an apology. Nothing came out of the immature old man’s mouth. If you think I’m crying because I lost, you’re

End of the 3rd quarter, everybody is tired. The game is tied 129-129, and the 4th quarter begins. Madison is exhausted, but that doesn 't stop her from playing the game. Halfway through the 4th quarter, the game is still tied. Kat passes Madison the ball, but she wasn 't paying attention. The ball hit her head and BANG. She hit the ground. She lays there as still as a tree. The gym went silent. The trainers rushing out to the floor. They helped get her off the floor and everything was ok, but not for Madison. She was seeing things, strange things.