Impossible is nothing. At first, I thought that trying out and making this team would be impossible. The soccer team, REAL Athletico, was a year older and the kids were more skilled, bigger, and stronger. However, I needed to try out for a new, better team, in order to get better and play soccer at any level in college. However, I didn’t want to try out for a new team and leave my comfort zone with my friends on the REAL Sliver. My dad told me to give Athletico a try and that’s what I ended up doing even though I didn’t really want to.
I went out onto the field very nervous and intimidated for the first day of tryouts. This team played in a league that competed with teams from all over the West called West Regional Premier. I was
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“Dad, I don’t think I can compete with these players,” I complained to him, “even if I make the team somehow, I’m not joining them.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he responded, “if you make the team that means that you are good enough to play with them and you should definitely play with them. There is a reason for them to choose you to be on the team…there not just going to give you a spot on the team to be nice; they’re going to give you a spot because you deserve it. If you don’t make it that’s fine, just go out there and do your best.” He said this to comfort me.
“I guess I’ll give it a shot.” I muttered and walked away, my mind unchanged about the issue.
To add to the situation, everyone else on the new team knew each other very well because they had been playing together for over 5 years. Only two other kids were trying out, but they were in the same grade as the team members. This made me feel very much like an outsider and not worthy of being on the team. Especially when one of them jokingly told me that I shouldn’t be trying out for the team. All of these thoughts made me even more nervous while trying out and I was convinced that it was impossible for me to play on the
After the tryout the main coach announced, "Good job everyone. We will email your parents to inform you if you made the team. We have 3 to 4 spots. " When me and my dad were driving home I asked him if he thought I made the team. "I don 't know.
After the end of a JV football season, the varsity coach always selects a few players to move them up with the varsity. Getting moved up with varsity is a huge deal. It means that the varsity coach thinks you’ll make a good impact on the team next year and sees potential in you. I always knew I wasn 't a good football player, but that didn 't matter to me because I loved the sport. I didn 't start at any positions my freshman or sophomore year.
That’s why it was hard at first is because I was used to the way my old teachers taught things and everything was so different for me. When I was little I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be. At first I wondered why I even tried out for the team because I had to be at the school for practice at six in the morning, Monday through Saturday. But I kept telling myself that change is good and that things might be hard but things will always work itself out no matter how hard it is. So to this day I’m so glad that I kept telling myself that
“Unfortunately, Jack, there will not be many opportunities for you this year.” Seconds after being told I had made the varsity baseball team, I did not expect my coach to so bluntly tell me I would be spending more time watching the game than playing it. Our state ranked team had a pitching staff full of Division 1 commitments and future MLB draft picks, and I was being told I did not measure up. The bench became my best friend.
Now I knew almost all of the coaches except the freshmen. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew we were going to come out and work hard every practice. All I wanted to do was impress the coaches. I had an advantage over all my teammates, I kinda knew what they expected.
Six years of pee wee, four years of travel, roughly 10,000 dollars of my parents hard earned money spent in payments, numerous nights of practice, countless days consumed by games and I did not make the team. An entire summer of early mornings dedicated to workouts, and I did not make the team. My freshman year I tried out for the Brentwood High School soccer team and didn’t make the cut. I will never forgot waiting anxiously for that email, opening it and not seeing my name on that roster. I was devastated, embarrassed and simply sad.
During my elementary school time, I had learned that this world is full of competition and you have to act out in order to stand a chance. I was quite intelligent in my classes, especially on the subject of mathematics. While I thought nothing of it,as I was bullied for that reason, my teachers saw it differently. Then, during the 4th grade, my teacher, Mr.Green, had asked me if I would like to join the school’s math field day team. At first, I wasn’t so sure, but after a few days, I was now a part of my school’s math field day team, along my twin brother, Anthony.
I’ll admit it, I’m not the best player on my team. And as we all know, there’s only so many spots for the varsity team. So in no way did I expect to make varsity as a sophomore. However, I didn’t expect my friends too, either. The preseason had gone well: we practiced in the gym
I was not supposed to be on varsity, but since I was at every summer workout and studied the sport for the upcoming season I earned a spot. When we went to start practice I was starting on both defense and offense and I felt unstoppable. Two weeks went by and we had our first scrimmage against the hale center. I
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
Fortunately, I have seen a lot of success with two school state championships and competing at the nation’s highest level for the club. But this year, having graduated the majority of our school team, we began the season without much collective experience or talent. As the team captain and only returning starter, I knew that leading the team would be a challenge. Previously, I only had to do my job, but now, my maximum effort and personal commitment to perfection were necessary for our team’s success. My integrity on the court in practice and games had to grow this season, and I am incredibly grateful for this team that is so different from others on which I have played.
“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.
Accepting a position to play with the top team in the next highest age group in my club was a great opportunity, although I was certain that it would present obstacles to overcome. Being the youngest player on a team with incredible athletes who display their talent on the court is an exceptional achievement. However, this accomplishment can comes with questions, hesitation, and stereotypes. Yes, I am only in eighth grade. Yes, I am small.
He confronted my dad and told him that he believed I had what it takes to play in a more competetative league, Lacrosse Northwest. He told my dad that his daughter, Galena Clark, had played with the Rippers before and had had a wonderful experience. At first, my dad was hesitant about letting me play at such a competative level, but after talking to me about it, he realized that lacrosse was something I truly loved and wanted to become better at, so he let me sign up for tryouts for the 2017-18 travel team. Of course, I was excited for this, but I was also extremely nervous, so I did the only thing I knew would relive the stress: I started going down to that little green-gray wall and playing wallball almost every day, just like I had done in the offseason. I worked on everything I knew I needed to improve, especially using my left hand to pass accurately and catch confidently.
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense