Personal Narrative Essay: Whittier's C Team

It had seemed to take forever for him to make the call. He had finally said “You’re out!” The Panther parents went crazy they were cheering and whistling. My team had rushed from everywhere to home plate. They were complimenting Dane,Tanner, and I on the sweet play.

We finished the season with one loss and we went into the tournament with our first game against Republic and we won pretty easy. We played against Bothwell in the final in Marquette. I was really nervous as I can remember and it was really hot in the gym. The game started and we were up by 4 at halftime. The second half started

The Thursday night lights beamed down on me as kickoff approached. It was the last game of the 8th grade football season and the last chance to make my mark on a personally rather ordinary season. We were playing Celina, a team known to be a powerful opponent. I was on the kickoff return team, playing on the far left side of the field and on that particular night we were set to receive the kick. The referee’s whistle pierced the warm and soundless autumn air. The opposing kicked charged towards us like a stampede of animals as the kicker struck the ball. I realized the kick was an onside kick but at that moment it was too late the ball whizzed by my head; I froze, unable to think or move a crowd of players had trampled me. As I lay on the ground I played the scene over and over in my head desperately looking for some justification for my failure, and as it played in my head I

The man walked back to the three point to line in order to receive the ball. In a altruistic manner the man had said “ Try protecting the ball more when you try to drive

Our team had two wins and two losses. It was our last game before Christmas break. It seemed like any other game. We were nervous but determined to

Jess dribbled the ball and took a hard shot. The ball was high in the air. I was thinking to myself, if this ball sinks in above the keeper’s head I will have made an assist. And there the ball went just above the keeper’s reach the ball sank in the back of the net. The end of the game whistle blew.

He made contact as I was planting my right leg, and my knee twisted and i heard the loudest “POP” of my life. In an instant the worst pain of my life shot through my my body starting at my knee and I collapsed. I was helped off the field with the help of the Okemos lacrosse team; Mitchell Ringer, the JV coach, rushed over to see how I was, along with the trainer present. The trainer took a look at my knee and said the worst possible

“Hey Tyler, come over here a minute.” “yessir” I said as I jogged over to where he was leaning on the fence watching. “This game is a little too close for comfort and I think I’m going to put Brooks in to close.” He said. “He throws hard and fast, and they can get a little wild sometimes too.”

Everyone was really tense and nervous. The other team was really mad because it was their homecoming. They didn’t like losing.

It was the fourth quarter in Pittsburgh; the Steelers were trailing 24 to 27 against the New England Patriots with 32 seconds left in the game. At last, the Steelers had the ball at New England’s eight-yard line and would decide the number one seed in the AFC. Quickly, Ben Roethlisberger dropped back, looked over the middle and found Jesse James on a hitch route. At first glance, James “appeared to catch” the ball, bring it into his body, then turn and stretch for the goal line. Without hesitation, the referees went to the replay system to take a look at the play.

While in the second quarter, the ball was being dribbled down the left side of the field, by a 5’10”, 250 pound high school guy. I hustled up to him and went to punt the ball back down the field, but he brought his foot up to boot the ball and clipped me just above the shin guard. My body hit the ground immediately with searing pain. I clutched my knee and glanced down. The dark purple and blue bruise was already forming.

The sound of the ref blowing his whistle was very sharp. Bennett was laying on the cold, wet grass holding his shin, hoping he could keep playing. A strong pain ran through his leg as he tried to get up, he knew he couldn’t finish the game. Thomas sprinted over to Bennett taking his arm and helping him walk off the field. Bennett was amended from the

He knew he 'd fallen for a little head fake. He knew he could do nothing to stop my jumper. So guess what I did? I stuck my tongue out like Michael Jordan. I mocked him.

Then I put on my basketball socks and shoes on and quickly ran down the basement stairs and found the fridge in the dark opened it and grabbed my favorite flavor of Gatorade, ran up the basement stairs and out the breezeway door and into my mom's silver painted car that was very dirty on the inside though it wasn't like that on the outside .We drove down Urban a very bumpy road that turns off into my road that I live on. Six minutes later we arrived at Marine City High school,I jumped out of the car and ran to the white rusty doors I saw my team and my coach standing with my team by the door .It wasn't time for us to play but our team was not the greatest team in the winter team. We were waiting for the other team to clear out the court. I was shaking with fear that I was going to mess up and lose the whole game for my team and not know the plays and who I’m

He laughed and recalled how he was so frustrated that he could never get a kill off of me during a drill, because I’d somehow find a way to get the ball up every time, and when I stood back up I