Personal Narrative: My First Box Baggie Game

A difficult or challenging situation that I have faced is trying to become a starter on the football team. Every year I start the season as second string, next to sub in. However, I have always worked hard and gave all my effort every day at practice. Many days I have come home so exhausted I have no desire to eat, but if I did not then I also would not grow stronger. Now my senior year all my hard work has payed off as I am a starter on the defense and special teams. I know that just as I did, the underclassmen are struggling with all their might so they can snatch the starting spot from under me. Understanding that I must begin every practice as if my job were on the line I go out onto the field every day with a fiery passion. Although I

Throughout history it has always been a constant argument between the sexes. Whether or not man was stronger, faster, or more talented than women. Many agree on the fact that men 's sports are overall more entertaining because of the fast pace and aggression men possess that women lack. A sport that is impacted by this notion is women 's lacrosse. Overall men 's lacrosse has less fouls, less stoppage, and is a faster more aggressive sport than the women 's game. The lacrosse society has come to realize this and has began to change the rules of the game. Influenced greatly by Gary Gait, a four time all-american and has won many NLL championships. His presence in the women 's game has helped change the game 's

In my dazed state I was harshly awoken by a yank of my arm almost out of socket as I was pulled up. I searched for a comforting gaze from a teammate or coach something to reassure my fantasy that this was not my fault, but rather as looked at my coach my gut wrenched with disappointment as his disapproving scowl pierced my heart. I realized that this play would be my last that season, and I had forever marked my performance with a brand of failure. While on the sideline, the faces of coaches, players, and my parents occupied my thoughts and altered my reality. However as this final judgement on my performance was handed down, the cause for my failure was that I prepared for only what I anticipated. This myopic assessment of my game plan caused me to freeze with anxiety as my situation changed. I betrayed the very core of man’s survival nature that had carried him through the overwhelming trials of existence to that day and that time-adaptability. And as my

My nerves were racing in my stomach to no end. I’m wondering if everything is ok? Will everything be as I planned? I couldn 't stop thinking what might happen. Thoughts were running wild as I thought about my team going on to play without me. I couldn 't figure out why I had to let the team handle the game without me. I had played with them all season and some for a few previous years and when they needed me the most, all I was able to do was watch from a TV. I hated the feeling of helplessness that I had, but at the same time I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

I started grid kid football when I was in 7th grade and I am still playing until this very day. I used to play lots of running back and wide receiver and some corner. My coaches really liked me and it was my first year and I already took people that been playing longer than me postions.

Lacrosse has always been a fascinating sport but it never has been one of the top sports like baseball, football, or basketball. I chose this topic because there is so many interesting facts about the sport, for example, why was this sport created and how has it changed the lives of many people. For example, lacrosse was created by the Native North Americans back in the 1630’s. Some topics that will be talked about in this essay are how do you play the game, how the game has changed overtime, and some general history about the game.

Just 2 minutes left the sun half way set, the crowd cheering and most of all the scouts not blinking paying attention to every detail, play and decision each one of us makes, I see the ball come off the rim and the other team grab the rebound and their other play already across the court just past half court I knew what I had to do. With no thought or anything I break out running across the court chasing their player knowing he was going for a fast break lay-up I knew I could catch there was no doubt about it but the question was would I block the ball or not I can feel the eyes staring at us curiously wonder what will happen. Just like I predicted I see his hand turn upside down getting ready to lay it up I take 2 more steps and leap as hard as I can towards the ball staring at the ball and nothing else all I cared about was saving my team from those 2 points and looking good on the court and on that stats sheets, that was a decision I would later pay for. I did what I had practice and done hundreds of times before at the park I swat my hand towards the ball as hard as I can, I hear when my hand hits it and it bounces off the backboard not thinking about my landing instead of preparing for the fall I prepare myself to start running back across court but that wouldn’t happen when I landed I felt a pop in my knee’s my

Ever since the early 1630’s the sport of lacrosse has been building and evolving into a global and an college powerhouse sport that is becoming more popular by the day. As popular as the sport has become, people still ask, what is lacrosse? Lacrosse is a game that involves a goal, a long-handled stick and a ball. Lacrosse is very similar to hockey or even basketball in some ways when it comes to things like how the offense is ran and the way you try to score. It can be a very aggressive contact sport. Typically, there are 10 players on the field at one time. There are 3 attackmen, 3 midfielders, 3 defensemen and a goalie.

The cheers from the crowd and teams, and the adrenaline pumping through our veins. The chalk lines are drawn, the field has been dragged, its time to play now. Nobody knew about the pressure we felt for that game. Not because we weren 't confident, because we were. It was because we knew that the people around us, including the coaches, didn’t believe we could do it.

“Come on make your lay-up, Lewis!” Coach Marshall yells. Obviously not at me though, considering I am always sitting on the bench.

“Let me see your sticks.” Through barred vision and with borrowed gloves I present my stick for inspection, it’s once flourescent tape now caked with dirt. All eyes are present on the midfield, impatiently waiting for the ref to signal the start of both teams’ playoff run. I look to my other midfielders, jockeying for position, waiting to scoop up the ball that pops out from the faceoff. For now, I’m alone. At the beginning of spring I would have been just another spectator on the sidelines, refilling water bottles for the varsity players, waiting for another practice to prove my worth to the team. Now? I’m taking faceoffs at center field. The ref signals for the faceoff men to get into position, he lays the ball between us, and then blows the whistle. The game has begun.

It was easy, we had won 4-1. It was a sweep, I scored a goal, and then tyler scored 3. Our next opponent was Watertown. Everytime we play them it is like a WWE fighting match. I don’t even think people care for the ball, they want to hit someone as hard as they can. The dreadful sweat, the rat smell on your body it is all worth it when you play Watertown. We were playing like crap, I don’t think any of us were doing our best. It was 2-3 we lost. Then, it was time to see if we have to play Tempo Blaze. As we are walking up the filthy grass, with the wind in our faces, our heads our down, we already know what will happen. But, sure enough, the Tempo Blaze won 12-0. We are going to have to play Tempo Blaze. As soon as we got to the fields and starting to warm up we were all scared. They are all bigger, stronger, taller, and faster. They are in 7th grade, but 2 of them play Varsity for Tea High School. When the whistle blows, they come out like a dog that needs to go to the bathroom when it hasn’t for the last 2 days, very fast and hard. In the first 3 minutes our goalie as blocked 3 shots and they hit the crossbar once. At halftime I don’t know how, but we were still tied 0-0. I don’t even think that we shot the ball once the entire half. It was all

Last Saturday I went to my first ever lacrosse game in Ithaca, New York. The game was played between the college teams Albany Great Danes and Cornell Big Red. I had been invited by friends, and of course I wanted to go. I knew nothing about lacrosse before the game but now I’d almost consider myself a professional. But now I’m going to narrate how it went.

It all started with the snap of a leather football. I came out of my stance to get double teamed by an angry and aggressive nose guard and fast line backer. I get pushed back as my clumsy feet get tripped up and I fall backwards. A fierce pain shoots up my back as I groan. My friend helps me to my feet as I stumble back to the huddle. I 'm in so much pain, I thought to myself with fear that I was severely injured.

It was quite Monday in spring, a normal day but for me and my team it was a big day. It was the day we started training for the important race; the race decide which track team was the best in the city.