Being on a team is a special thing. It’s just like being a part of a family. I have been a member of the girl's varsity lacrosse team for four years. Many lessons have been learned from the wins, the loses, and the successes that our team has had in the past years.
There is a defining silence as I hold my breath in anticipation, the buzzer sounds, breaking the silence as the crowd erupts. Sticks, helmets, and gloves scatter the ice as jump on the glass to celebrate with their teammates. They have done it, the Little Falls Flyers are going to the state tournament. This is the scene I witnessed during my brothers junior year of high school; his hockey team won the section and had advanced to the state hockey tournament. Because it is every hockey players dream to make it to the state tournament, I committed this triumph to memory.
I have had a lot of interests and hobbies throughout my lifetime from sports to music but no interest has stuck with me since day one like my love for hockey has. Hockey has taught me so much from what its like to be a die hard fan to developing a skill in playing the game. To begin, with my love for hockey began when I was about five years old when I would watch my hometown Blackhawks games with my dad on television. Watching the games led me to becoming a hockey fanatic and shortly after I began going to Blackhawks games.
During my short life, I have not had many life altering experiences; however, one thing that has changed me for the better is playing hockey. Since I started playing hockey in eighth grade it has been something I have become passionate about for various reasons. One reason is my love for the game in general, and more specifically for playing goalie, the one position that holds the balance of the scoreboard. The second reason is being a part of a team. This is important to me because it gives a strong sense of purpose to the player.
In high school there are certain types of people that can be categorized into stereotypes. There are athletes, nerds, hicks, actors/musicians, and deadbeats. As an athlete I am with this group of people on a daily basis. Even within the athlete community there are different factions, especially in the winter, where athletes carry themselves a certain way. These factions have subtle differences from one another that comes from what sport the individual plays, whether it be basketball, skiing, wrestling, or hockey.
The clock ticked down fast up on the jumbotron as the pace of the game gets faster and quicker. Both teams screaming, shouting, cheering, and encouraging at each other, eager to advance to the next round. The game gets more physical, and players are banging the other team’s players to the boards. Coaches are yelling to give us more confidence. This is the first round of the Quebec Peewee Hockey Tournament.
When I first stumbled upon this scholarship from the American Legion, I knew right away that I wanted to apply for it because of the similarities between what the American Legion and what I both stand for. I few words that I would use to describe the American Legion and myself would be, service, integrity, and hard work. These are a few things that I take very seriously and attempt to involve in my life everyday. I pride myself on these high character traits and try to use them in my community, during sporting events, at home, and at my school. I also implement these traits while fulfilling my civic duties by doing service around my community.
Nothing hurts more than being excluded. I learned this the hard way my sophomore year. This is a story about my high school lacrosse team. Most of my friends are on the team so we’ve become very close after playing together since the seventh grade. We play lacrosse in the backyard almost everytime we’re together.
It started when i was 5, as soon as i was eligible to play the lowest level, i did, as soon as i started kindergarten something else begun too. Soccer. For as long as i can remember i have played this game. For as long as i live on this earth i will still play this game. Well for me, it was never a game, it was school, it was religion, and for hundreds of millions of other people it is the same experience.
Jay was shooting lacrosse balls at a target, Lacrosse was his second favorite sport after hockey. Usually he would shoot to get better but this time he was shooting at his anger. What did he do to deserve this, school had just ended and spring lacrosse had just started. But this season jason couldn’t play because of his knee. He had been skiing at his family 's cabin in the cabin and torn his meniscus.