Once the season started I knew what I had to do to get my chance to win a state title. I started the season off, being ranked first at my weight class which was 106 lbs. That was a huge confidence booster and that 's when I knew it was my chance to win a state title. I went through the first half of the season being undefeated and then the second match back from Christmas break I bumped up to wrestle the third ranked wrestler at 113 lbs.
ring my senior year of high school, I had a wrestling rival during my senior wrestling season by the name of Frankie Negrini. My rival was from a rival town called Pompton Lakes that my team would always have intense matches against. This kid had always beat me by maybe one point or even two points. The kid always was one step ahead of me every time we stepped on the wrestling mat. The many times I had loss to him it just made my confidence just go down the drain a lot of the time.
I was shocked that I played an outstanding game and that I would be playing in the state tournament for the first time in school history. I started crying because of two very different reasons. I was happy to win the game and continue playing softball at the state tournament, but sad because my sister was the one who was suppose to be playing. My sister Ashlynn, taught me everything that I know about the game of softball. She taught me everything from tying the shoelaces on my cleats to hitting a curveball.
The team continued to make errors upon errors and the game was suddenly tied. We hanged for over time. The refs told us to play the golden rule, and that is simply saying that whoever makes the first goal wins. Two minutes into the game and Cullman scores the winning goal. Game Over.
but I never thought it would be as challenging as it has been for me this year. Softball is a big part of my life and who I am, but should I have to be as dedicated as my coaches make me be? I am a freshmen at American River this year I am attending school and playing softball. When I decided to play softball I new it was going to be a lot of time and hard work. But what I did not realize was all of the things I was going to give up. As a team we have six days straight of softball a week and someday it will be practice which are at least three hours.
Our first practice we did the usual most teams do on the first day; we learned plays, got conditioned, and gained chemistry with teammates. The first day down and many more to come for this ‘learning experience’ of a season. Once the season got rolling and we got closer to our first game I was getting really excited and anxious to finally compete against other teams. The day came for our first game against Benton Community and we actually played better than
Everyone began to lose hope, the crowd and the team. Few of us had hope we would win in the first place, but that numbers rose after our loss. Our opponents were just so good, but we knew we had two more chances to win The next game was close as well. As time dwindled down to the last inning we were
My team and I came into the season with high ambitions, however fell short. We did not win a single game my freshman year and most of our losses were by many points. Our continuous stream of losses caused much tension and problems within the team. There was fights breaking out every day during practice and everybody was trying to find something to blame for our lack of success.
Right after we won the game we got to go to the senior football game right after our game they lost but they tried there hardest to win cause they were working hard and they got a lot of
My team helped keep this mantra alive throughout the season. Each day, after relentless corrections were screamed at us for several hours from the end zone, we would tell each other the things we did well and laugh about our mistakes. By the first competition, I was catching each toss in our show, but it was the failures leading up to that perfect moment that transformed me during that season. What I thought would be a summer of failures taught me the most valuable lesson of all- the only flags you truly drop are those that you do not even try to
Six weeks later after my broken leg I was finally ready to play again. But it’s already the championship game. My team, The Cobras have not made it to the championship until this year. To bad I didn’t help them get here. The Smoove twins Chris and Jrue have played outstanding Trevon and Andre were playing good as well but Robert and Tyron weren 't playing that good so we needed one more good guy to make this team great...
I was very nervous and so was the rest of the team. In week one against an opponent that rolled us the year before, we came out and beat them in a blowout half time game. This was to many players’ surprise. We knew that was going to be our hardest game of the regular season and we felt very confident no one was going to beat us now, at least in the regular season. The season continued and it consisted of all half time blowout games.
In the summer of 2012, my sister and I joined the Saltillo High dance team. For Elizabeth and I, our first pair of shoes were ballet slippers, but our fellow team members had little to no knowledge of dance. Elizabeth and I felt a strong responsibility to use our talents to transform fourteen softball players into dancers. We learned very quickly the cost of being a leader- sacrifice. Elizabeth and I found ourselves searching for ways to improve the team, choreographing routines, and privately instructing stragglers.
Chumps to Champs As soon as I laid my eyes upon my new team I knew that they were going to need a tremendous amount of work. Most of the team was in seventh grade, I was one of the three eighth graders. That year not many girls tried out. Most girls at my school thought that if you played girls basketball you were lesbian, this was incorrect.
The Burns family is the first Black family I met in the ward. Albert Burns Junior was cool because he had swagger, as is the contemporary way to address it, though my acumen for slang is less than impressive. Albert Junior was like Dexter, cool; however, his cool manifested itself differently in my estimation—and it is my estimation as I am he who relates this tale. Adulation radiated from me towards Albert because he grew up in the church with both parents, and I wanted that. So, I watched him—errantly assuming that through scientific observation I could glean how to achieve a nuclear family as desirable as the Burns family.