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.
I was ready to play soccer with my team during PE and dashed right out the locker rooms. I was ready to hear Mr. Orluck’s loud voice to tell us to go to the soccer field so that I could bolt out to there and get to talk to all my friends. My heart was rushing and my legs were shaking with excitement to run to be the goalie of my team. I went and gave my attention back to Mr. Orluck to give us the signal to go straight out there. “Let’s go!
“Congratulations, this is the 2013-2014 Mission Vista Men’s Varsity Soccer team.” I still remember the words coming out of my high school coach’s mouth as he spoke to the new varsity team after tryouts. I was the shortest and one of the youngest players on the team, but my passion for the game was not any less than anyone on the team. I was one of the only three sophomores on the team with a team dominated by juniors and seniors.
The second I landed I knew something was wrong. “Oh no,” I muttered, “Not this game.” Even though I tripped, hairline didn’t give me the call, but I didn’t care. His calls were awful the whole game, and I was focused on more pressing matters. Now that you’re confused and somewhat interested, let’s rewind and start a much-needed exposition.
The June 27th, 2015 championship game for our local West Hanover baseball team, it was a beautiful day Central PA perfect for the great game of baseball. Looking back it was a day I will never forget, possibly one of the most important days of my life. We were playing our rival team the undefeated Hershey teams, us only having one lose in our regular season to the one and only Hershey team. This team was loaded with athletes their cocky attitudes. They were like the Yankees and we were the Phillies, we were the underdogs
“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.
Leave It All On The Field Have you ever been in a situation where you doubted something you were hoping for so much you thought it was impossible, then it actually comes true? Best feeling ever right? That is exactly what happened that day. It was 2013.
One of my best days was when my soccer team won the championship. I won several other championships ,but with other teams. This was my first season playing with this team. The major characters in this event were me, my teammates, my coaches and the parents. This event took place in a park at sanger during the summer.
What I Learned From Soccer Soccer has taught me so much over the years. I started playing when I was very young, and continued through middle school. While I no longer play the sport, I still find myself reaping the rewards for my time spent on the field. Many life lessons were learned, but three really stand out to me. They are still major keys in my life today and contribute to who I am as a person.
When I first thought about how soccer impacted my life, nothing really came to mind. I was that kid who mostly looked forward to the end of the game snacks and bringing around the goal jar. But when I actually began thinking about more about playing soccer I realized that soccer was the first place where I was fully submerged into something completely new. I learned how to make friends, how be a leader, and how to have good sportsmanship. These are all things that have made me into the person I am today and it all began on the soccer field.
The first time on a football field and i was very hyped about it cause i got to play and the coach put me as starter because i was the biggest one on the field. The very first play we got sacked but are left lineman didn't stop the ball they got pushed over and we got sacked. The ball was on the 25 yard line and we were trying to get to the fifteen yard line to get the first down and we were short 10 yards but we could still get cause if we work hard you play hard.
After driving a good twenty minutes, we took the exit ramp. Even with the bright lights of all the cars, street lamps, and buildings, the Legends still felt dark and cold. After a couple weeks of beautiful weather with temperatures in the 50s, this Saturday night, the temperature sat around a chilly 30 degrees. We navigated through the Legends until reaching the T-Bones stadium, where we pulled in to park. I was bundled up in a variety of clothes.
Being shoved to the ground and coming up with a mouthful of turf and a bloody nose isn’t the ideal way to spend a friday night, but for me, it's something I put blood, sweat, and tears into. Soccer has been a passion of mine since my father dropped me off at the local YMCA when I was at the tender age of four. Spending all of my free days for thirteen years running after a soccer ball is arguably what made me into the person I am today. Unity, tenacity, passion and pride have all been morals that are valued within the sport and in my own philosophy. I have explored places I’d never give a second thought to because my sport took me there.
I 've always loved playing soccer, except for one thing- early games. I play for a travel soccer team in DC called CFC(Capitol Futbol Club). Half of our games are at home, but the other half are away, and some of them are surprisingly early, like today. "Jude, wake up!" my dad said, loud as a ship 's horn, as he shook me out of my nice, comfy bed.