Paintball Narrative Essay

If you like baseball you are going to love this story about my fun state baseball tournament! We had 11 players, three coaches, and a lot of fans and parents. You will hear about how we did, what I did, and what happened. Now you will read about my team and I did, and everything else that happened.

The day I had been waiting for for so long had finally arrived; the first day of the high school lacrosse season was finally here. That day was the day I needed to prove to my coaches that I deserved to be on the varsity team after not making it at tryouts. That day was a scrimmage at High Velocity, we were scheduled to play four games all in one day, against Saline, Okemos, Brighton, and Belleville.

The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen. Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again.

One incident I can recount when I experienced failure was when I joined Cross Country. Since, I can remember I have always excelled at everything I did, from my academics to dance class to music lessons. When I entered into my freshman year of high school, I decided I would to join an athletic team in order to keep myself occupied outside of academics. I figured joining a sport would be another good attribute to add to my resume. Initially, my mind was set to join the soccer team. However, I found out there weren’t any openings available. The only team that had an opening was The Cross Country Team. I was terrified…my parents encouraged me to join as there wasn’t an option not to.

Life throws many challenges at you, but you need to know when to tackle them and when not to. A challenge is something that Is a struggle for you and needs more attention than a problem. Now I know this from experience from the time that my baseball team was in the league finals and disaster struck out.

Paintball is an extreme sport that has fired the imaginations of many people. It is also a sport that requires a lot of gear for a new player figure out. Perhaps the most important purchase is the gun, or paintball marker. There are different styles of paintball to keep in mind when selecting the best paintball gun for beginners. The two main types of paintball are Woodsball and Speedball. In general, Woodsball is played in natural settings. Speedball is played in a smaller court with man-made objects.

After attempting to save her dog from two angry pitbulls, the 53-year old woman had suffered severe injuries. The incident occurred at 7:30 am. The police later cornered the dogs. They shot and killed one dog after it started to charge at them, and they took the other pitbull to an animal control center in Milwaukee. Police took it there to test it for rabies and to quarantine it. However, it is possible that these dogs did not have rabies. Pit bulls were originally bred as fighting dogs, which is why they call them pit bulls. While a properly trained dog gets along great with humans, it is not in their genetics to get along with other dogs.

I started grid kid football when I was in 7th grade and I am still playing until this very day. I used to play lots of running back and wide receiver and some corner. My coaches really liked me and it was my first year and I already took people that been playing longer than me postions.

“Fhweeoooo! Halftime” , yelled the referee.Coming back from the field I knew that we were about to get a mouthful of yelling from Coach Vernon. Starting the game 0-2 in a championship game was not pleasant. “

Air ball— again. My form was lost, coordination gone, and so was my patience. I’ve stopped playing basketball for 3 months mainly because of school work and things going on in my life. I was determined to get my skills back no matter how long it’ll take. I started a game of basketball with other people inside the gyms court. As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh but, sadly it was an air ball. Unfortunately, I lost the basketball game for us; the people on the

“Start!” The gym teacher yelled. All the runners to each side trying to get the others team's

Staff Sargent Jimmy Stewart was born on December 25, 1942 in West Virginia and died on May 18, 1966. He enlisted in the army in 1960 in Ashland, Kentucky. During the Vietnam war, He was assigned to Bco 2-12CAV 1st Cavalry Division. He is best remembered for posthumously receiving the medal of honor. His citation reads as such,

I’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”.

Crackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story.

Boom, bang, pow! Boxing was all I ever thought about as a child. I would dream, eat, and sleep boxing. Though I was a little shrimp weighing in only 75 pounds, I had a very big heart, which gave me the drive to keep on pushing forward. Everyone around me seemed like giants, but that did not stop me from doing what I love. Boxing sculpted me into a stronger person mentally.