Personal Narrative: A Career In A Football Team

It was a scorching 100 degree summer day. It was the start of the 11 year state championship baseball game against Albert Lea, I still remember that game like it was yesterday. It was miserable out we played three games that day before reaching the state championship. When the game started I kind of forgot about how hot it was out. We started fast scoring 2 runs in the top of the 1st inning Dylan and Reno each crossed the plate that inning. Derek took the hill to pitch, he started with 2 strikeouts and a lazy fly ball to left field. Then I was up to start the top of the second inning and I watched the first two pitches pass for balls and then on the third pitch of the at bat I hit a line drive to left field for a single but the next three batters all got out. Tanner got up and said

While driving down the road I glanced over at my beautiful daughter with her hair pulled up in a nice neat ponytail, her curls intact with a big grey and yellow bow on her head, her little grey skirt and sleeveless shield snug on her tiny body, her yellow and gold pompoms in her lap and the smile on her face while rehearsing her cheers, the fear of not succeeding and of the unknown started to become excitement. I looked back at my handsome son sitting in the backseat with his big shoulder pads on, his nice new haircut, sharp looking jersey that had the number 08 on it, his long socks with his brand new cleats on, and his helmet sitting on his lap while he tossed his football up and down, I wondered to myself where had all the time gone, my babies were growing

“Matt,y you will be starting forward now,” Mr. K. said right before I nervously stepped onto the field, sweating like a man in a sauna. The whole summer I practiced soccer with my dad for two hours a day to make the team my sixth grade year. I wasn’t looking to start, I was just looking to make the team. While my friends were at the beach or at friend’s house, I would be playing soccer.

“OUR HORSES ARE OUR TEAMMATES, OUR SOUL MATES. IT’S A TEAM EFFORT. YOU CAN’T DO IT WITHOUT SO MANY PEOPLE BEHIND YOU.” -Lisa Lockhart. This saying is so true in the sport of rodeo, you can not do it without your family behind you or the horses that you love and care about with you.

This game taught me that i can 't reflect on the unchangeable and move to the future. Reflection can be an awful thing moving on making your mind just feel clean and into a new state where you can make your dreams a vision. Basking in the glory days can 't be the only thing you can do for you lose or broken memory. Moving from there was the best thing that could have done for my career in baseball and after I moved on we won our next tournament and I forgot it all. The best thing you can do for a Challenge is try and if you fail wait till you can 't tackle

Imagine you want to make a team but you didn 't make it well that happened to me. This is the time I went through tough hope. After I didn 't make the team I practiced really hard to make the team next year. My journey through tough hope has affected me in many ways like this one.

The tying run was up to bat. The first pitch he had hit the ball far into right field. Dane Kutnik had turned on the jets, but he couldn’t even catch up to the ball. The ball had rolled all the way to the fence. May I remind you that we played on a 300 foot fence. I still cannot believe that he had thrown the ball all the way to the cut without the ball bouncing once. Tanner had been lined up perfect with me and the second he felt the ball in his glove he had rifled it to me. I had turned 180 degrees and reached in the general area that I thought he would

Riley Timmons Mr.Forbes September 16, 2015 4th Hour Personal Narrative Broken Baseball Player The general definition of a teammate is a person who works with their team towards a common goal. Now what kind of teammate would I be if I stopped helping my baseball squad achieve their goal, just because I was injured? I tried to picture what the game would be like in my head; me sitting in the stands while my team lost the tournament. The fill-in pitcher for my team threw the batter an easy ball, resulting in another home run. It was probably 14-2 by now. I realized in that moment, it would be all my fault if we lost the game. I knew what I had to do. I played the game. It was a cold October night when I got hurt.The ambiance at the field was tense.

My team and I watching from the crowd, as Clarkstown and New City battle it out to advance to the next round. The sun beaming down on us like we were asphalt on a summer day, and getting in our eyes causing us to put on eye black. I can’t help myself and smell hot pretzels being made so my dad and I buy one and share it before the game ends. The game finishes, 4-3 in favor of Clarkstown, my coach tells us to go to the out field to stretch and throw if you were a parent in the stands all you would see would be 10 bright white baseballs flying back and forth. The umpires soon arrive and our three coaches call us over, to say “We did not try this hard and make it this far to lose, so let's go get that win boys!” my team replied with “Let’s go

Despite the newspapers and previews saying we would not contend for the state title that year, I kept in my head that anything could happen. Going into the year I told our team “lets focus on what we can do to improve, and not worry about anyone else”. At the beginning, other teams were too strong for our inexperienced runners to compete with, but we didn’t change the focus. Practice after practice, I made sure we were doing everything we could to be at our best for the end of the year. I didn’t care what other teams were doing because we had no control over that. The only thing we could control was what we were doing to improve as a team. Our last regular season meet before championship season is where I first saw that mentality pay off. We had won our first invitational, and that sparked the belief in all of us that we had a shot for a state title. But it was after regionals that we began to believe we should prepare to win. A regional title gave us the exact confidence boost we needed going into the state

As a student athlete, I have learned to use failure as an opportunity to learn. The moments in which I have "failed" have only helped me grow and reflect on the mistakes that not only I have made, but also those made by others. I was forced to do this multiple times throughout my final season of high school field hockey. Even though the team had players who were devoted and had a true desire to win, the season ended as a losing record in the books. As the primary goalie and captain, this was extremely difficult to accept. However, I began to see the game as more than just a win or a loss. Losing gave the team the opportunity to closely look at what we did well, and what we needed to improve on. We were then able to focus more precisely on what we needed to do in order to succeed. I was able to learn that being successful and winning were not necessarily the same thing. We had success in a smaller sense; we worked as a team, played clean games and were noted for our sportsmanship. Although our record did not improve much, the overall attitude and skill of the team began to rise. We began to play for each other, instead of just playing for ourselves. This change was astronomical for the overall well being of the team.

Today I'm going to be talking about Melba. The reason why is because she is an important person of why integration ended. To start off she almost died because of a racist people as a young child because the doctor took away her medicine for her to stay alive. Then she wants to attend a all white school Central High. And she gets to because Little Rock is integrating and she signed up for it. Then a big riot starts and the students and teachers treated the LR9(that’s what the called them because there where nine students who attended) terrible. Then Danny a solider who helps keep the LR9 safe from the riot is very helpful to Melba. He gives her all kinds of advice. Even one time some boy splashed ink or some acid in her face and Danny came with a bucket of cold water if he wasn’t there she would have lost her eye sight.

We lost our first game of the season. That game chanleged us all. Would continue to stare at the dirt or reach for the stars. We continued to strugle as team. It was my turn to take charge as a leader for this team, but I letting everything just go bye.

It was an early Saturday morning in October, when the Panther girls softball team were playing for a third straight win. The two games before that flew by easily, we won both and were playing to be seeded first in the tournaments the next day. The crowd was full of excitement, parents yelling, and the coach yelling at the umpires, because of bad calls. We were nervous because it was a really good team that had 3 of the best players in the state. We had played them in two previous tournaments, and lost on the second day, so this time we were determined to beat them.

I was in Flowood, Alabama in late June for my baseball State Championship game. I was with my friend on the baseball team, my mom and dad, my brothers, sister, and grandparents. It was like a 4 hour road trip. During the road trip we ate at chick-fil-a. Also, when we got to the hotel, we got situated and then went swimming and ate supper.