This one fall by Mike Newlin paved the way to a million different ones. All with the same purpose. Soon players would get named “Worst or best floppers.” There has always been a constant debate on whether or not these should be fouls. Jerry Sloan was known for flopping so much that coaches on the other teams would threat their players to step on him when he
When my name was called, butterflies instantly got into my stomach and i knew that it was my time. I went to the gym that day with no idea that I would be sparring in front of a large group of people. When i walked down into the gym i was instantly told to gear up and get ready because i was next up to spar. At that moment my head started to hurt, i felt weak, i was dizzy, and i felt like puking. And at this point it was my turn to spar
Another time I walked down our stairs, and it slipped. Six months after the first time falling, I needed surgery. Normally on a Friday morning, I would have ridden the bus to school and hung around until class started. Instead, I hopped into my mom’s suburban, and we rode to St. Gabriel’s Hospital in Little Falls.
The cops arrived, and calmed me down enough to take my statement my parents were called, and came home the next day. All of us were brokenhearted over Tommy, who got stabbed just for trying to help me. The following years were hard. I was in therapy for a year afterwards, and every anniversary of the event, I think over what happened.
In 1966, Walt was to undergo surgery to fix an old neck injury. In pre-operative X-rays, doctors discovered a tumor on his left lung. After removing the lung, doctors told Walt that he had 6 months to 2 years to live. On November 30, 1966, Walt Disney collapsed in his home. He was revived by fire department personal and was rushed to St. Joseph’s.
The Baseball Injury One day, Bobby went to his baseball game in Miami, Florida. His game was at 7:00 p.m. and he lives 2 hours away from Miami. He had to be there at 4:30 p.m. Bobby left at 2:00 p.m. and arrived there at 4:15 p.m. Bobby went to the locker room and got ready for the game with his teammates.
and I had to go on the tumble track. I ran across it and did a front flip off the end of it and when I landed I ended up breaking my arm. When I looked down at it I couldn't believe it, it felt like I was dreaming. I remember I screamed, not because it hurt but because of the way it looked. Everyone in the room was staring at me wondering what happened.
I cried to my mom the whole drive home, begging her to take me off of the team. She told me to not get frustrated, she said if I hated it after a month she would take me out. I solemnly agreed and pushed myself into another month’s worth of what I thought was going to be hell. I went in with a negative attitude, but I remember walking out of that gym after every practice having accomplished something new. After a few months my jumps got higher, my stunt group had the highest basket toss, I got a back-tuck.
I had two practices before it was game time, in both those practices I was shaking with fear that I would mess up and lose this opportunity. All the upperclassmen counted on me to do a good job, I was weighed down by all the pressure of everyone. I was expected to do just as good as the senior libero did in the past, I
We had two cars but hit a deer with one so now we only one car and my dad has it at work with him. My mom called my dad and said Hunter cut his knee on that nail and needs stitches. My mom worked in the OR at the time and my dad worked about 40 minutes away from the house. While waiting for my dad to get home my mom put a washcloth on my knee to to stop the bleeding.
Okay, everyone gets sick, that is just a part of being human. As my mother continued to explain, she mentioned that my father will be starting chemotherapy this week to treat his lymphoma. As any teenage boy would do, I acted as though I was strong and unaffected, when in reality, I was confused. I’ve always heard about chemotherapy and other treatments, but
I told myself I had to finish the race, that I couldn’t just stop and walk away from it. The coaches and my teammates cheered for me to keep going. By the end of the race I started to cry because the pain was so bad I could hardly breathe. Coach Moser literally had to carry me back to camp
It all started in May of last year. I played in a basketball game down at Simpson College with my travel team called the Northeast Iowa Thunder. Playing in the championship game against a team out of South Dakota, we knew we had to play our best. Before the first half of the game came to an end, coach told me to give it my all since we were down by a few points. The floor resulted to be slippery due to the hot and humid gym.
I saw a bright light heading towards me, and then blackness. I was half way in the car and half way on the ice cold concrete. Each drop of rain felt like a gentle tap as it landed on my skin. The sky was filled with grey smoke. I managed to lift my head up as I saw flashing lights coming towards me.
All of my life, I had known nothing, but Snellville, Georgia. Snellville was a very small city in Northwest Georgia, weighing in with a population of about 20,000. Since Snellville was where I was born and raised, I was used to what the city had to offer, even though it wasn't very much. My family and I had never traveled outside of the state for two reasons: we weren't in a financial position to do so