Ever since I started playing field hockey in, 6th grade, I knew that I wanted to play in high school. I’ve participated in camps, and clinics, and I’ve even played for different teams and off season leagues. Over the summer, there were numerous opportunities to practice. I attended everything, and really committed myself to high school field hockey. Eventually at the end of the summer, I made the team and I was so proud of myself. I had worked so hard over the summer and as a result of that, I made the team. The heat coming off the rubber in the turf was exhausting. The scorching sun was beating down on my face as I was working hard. We were already up by three, and everyone was confident that we were going to win. We ran back out onto the …show more content…
I was prepared to score. Lydia passed it to me and it was as strong as a bullet shot directly at my stick. It hit my stick, and I turned and knocked it in the goal just like I’ve done a million times in practice. I scored the fourth goal for my team. I was so excited and proud of my team, and right then I realized how much all my hard work paid off. Everything that I did over the summer, and in the beginning of the season had led me to this moment. It felt amazing to score my first goal in high school. My teammates all ran over to hug and high fived me. “Upper Arlington goal, by number 15, Lucy DeVita!” My dad announced with a smile on his face, and his arms in the air. By the sound of his voice, I knew how proud he was of me.
Eventually, we ended up winning the game 4-1, and I couldn’t have been prouder of myself and my team. After the game we met on the side of the field to talk. “You guys were amazing out there today. You played like a team, and you all played with your hearts, and you all wanted to win.” Coach Maggie said as the chills on her arms and legs became visible. We all worked so hard, and we were tired and sweaty, but it was all worth
My head connected perfectly with the ball and I drilled it into the top right corner of the net. There was no way the goalie could get her hands on it. I turned and saw my trainer on the Header sideline and he was going crazy! He was jumping up and down and yelling for me. He threw down his hat in excitement!
They came down the court and we go a steal, ran down the court and made an easy layup. By halftime we noticed something, the expressions on their face… they were shook. We had intimidated the A team and that pushed us to play even harder and make sure everyone knew we were a dangerous team to play against. We beat them and we were happier than a kid at a circus. We had become the A team.
On September 14th, Haverford High School hosted one of the most important races for the Upper Darby Cross Country team. In most races, the winning team is not rewarded with a prize. But this was a different race. The girls team were running, fighting for the possession of the sports bra. The tradition of the sports bra was established by the coaches of both teams, Upper Darby and Haverford, in late seventies inspired by the boys’ tradition with a bronze shoe.
On a cold, frosty, snow cover night in November at Welcome Home Stadium, was when my life changed. That night, two teams played for the chance to call themselves champions of 6th-grade football. All game, my team and I battled against the mighty Wilmington Hurricanes. We fought all game to win and finally we got the ball back with less than under a minute left and down by 4 points. The crowd was quieter than a church mouse as my coaches huddled us up during a timeout, and in that timeout, my coaches looked to me for answers.
Months later, the sting of losing still haunted us. Summer came and no one dared to speak of the game, yet you could tell it burned in the back of our minds as we pushed ourselves harder than ever before. Attitudes and efforts changed. There was a sense of urgency inside of every
Even though we lost, that final moment that I jogged off the field, every one of my teammates smiled, and gave me a high five. As I gathered my things, I went over to my family. “You did an amazing job for your first time!” They all say in unison. Making it seem like it was rehearsed.
It had been a long day at the softball field and everyone on my team was exhausted. We had won every game that we had played that day. We had made it to the championship and we're ready to win. I was the pitcher so I had an important duty, to pitch as best as I could.
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.
When the final whistle was blown, I didn’t even know that the match was over and that I won. I figured out that I won when the referee raised my hand. I was so tired at the end of my match, but I was so happy that I
and I was so excited for what my future holds in lacrosse. I loved that I could share my accomplishments with my family and friends. The season had finally come to an end, and I was really delighted to of won the All-Region Women 's Lacrosse award. I also won MVP my freshman year.
but we had a motive we had an inspiration for the win. It was five o’clock and we had an hour till game time, and I was on my way to the field I was listening to music trying to get in my “zone”. I kept thinking about my dad’s words “Make this count, treat this like your last game. You will never forget
Summer was at full blast, Sunday league was starting and I was playing soccer every single day. I was ready for the next season of high school soccer to come and I was training myself to the limit because I wanted to be one of the best players on the field and to possibly be captain for varsity this year. This year was also the year our new coach, coach Jay was in charge of us because Olivier had left last year to to go to Michigan with his wife. Jay had already seen how well of a player I was because I played in his soccer club and immediately placed me in the varsity roster but as a defender and not a striker. The transition was difficult but I learned fast.
We were down by one, and I went in at the end of the game, and I took my opportunity to show what I was made of. I played with all my heart running up and down the green grassy field, going up against big guys-- fearing no one. We finally scored to tie up the game. Then overtime came and I was still in. Although we lost that game, it was the best game I ever had.
I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
As there were ten minutes before the game we kept on doing the drills until I heard my coach announcing the starting lineup. I heard my name being announced so I prepared myself to go to the field. I could already see the trophy as it was in a table. As I walked in the field I could smell the trimmed grass and could hear my teammates say “we got this.”