Canada Soccer First, One morning I get the most amazing news of my life! We are going to Canada. We are packed and ready to go on the eight hour trip. It’s been about 5 hours
The June 27th, 2015 championship game for our local West Hanover baseball team, it was a beautiful day Central PA perfect for the great game of baseball. Looking back it was a day I will never forget, possibly one of the most important days of my life. We were playing our rival team the undefeated Hershey teams, us only having one lose in our regular season to the one and only Hershey team. This team was loaded with athletes their cocky attitudes. They were like the Yankees and we were the Phillies, we were the underdogs but we had a motive we had an inspiration for the win.
The score is 1-0 rage. The end of first rage 1 opponent 0. The second period starting I didn't see much because I was heading down to the locker rooms to get ready to get on the ice. Getting my gear on to get on the ice.
My team was awesome. I was with Tim Clayton and Cole Morrison. Our team did very good the first game and I scored the winning shot for us to advance to the next round of the tournament. I knew that since I made that shot it would be my time to shine in the next game because coach would be watching me. Before the game started I looked into coaches eyes and he smiled and nodded his head.
We were all really excited and anxious all at the same time we had to go practice and set-up for the ball at noon, which only made the excitement worse and almost unbearable. After set up was over, I went hope to get ready for the ball. A few pictures later I was finally at the hotel in the receiving line to go into the ballroom with my date and my competition happened to be sitting right next to me. We sat and ate dinner and listened to the speakers as they talked, soon after came the sabre guard to recognize the seniors who were about to graduate, which I was in charge of. It was finally time to announce who our new commander would be for the 2017-2018 school year, everyone looked at Elias and waiting for his name to be called but his name was never called instead they called mine, the whole room looked at me with astonishment and the room fell silent as I walked up to receive my promotion.
I do not remember my first time watching a televised hockey game or my first time going to watch the Blues at Scottrade Center, but I do know that I was hooked. My dad used to to purchase three tickets from a lady at his work to one Blues game a year. She was a season ticket holder and every season she upgraded her seats one row closer to the ice. When I went to my first game, where we sat, who St. Louis played against, or who won are all beyond my recollection, nevertheless I know that whatever events had transpired, I wanted to watch more hockey.
My team and I watching from the crowd, as Clarkstown and New City battle it out to advance to the next round. The sun beaming down on us like we were asphalt on a summer day, and getting in our eyes causing us to put on eye black. I can’t help myself and smell hot pretzels being made so my dad and I buy one and share it before the game ends. The game finishes, 4-3 in favor of Clarkstown, my coach tells us to go to the out field to stretch and throw if you were a parent in the stands all you would see would be 10 bright white baseballs flying back and forth.
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
We came out and were another 12 and was setting 1st, but there were still the top two teams to go. As I sat there and watch I was so nervous. The second top team went and they missed, that took some encumbrance off my shoulders for a
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. Playing hockey has allowed me to meet new people, learn to work with others towards a common goal, and also be a leader to those who need it.
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.
We finally arrived upon the stadium and it was unreal to see everything out on the field for my team and our
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.
This was my chance to have something that would really raise my confidence. Since the beginning of the season I had wanted to play in this tournament, but I knew to get there it would take a lot of grit and perseverance. My coach could only take 6 boys to this tournament so he was gonna take the best possible to good as a team.
Then we just scored and scored so at the end of the game it was 54-12 they never scored again we shook hands, and all i could hear was the crowd cheering for us. After that we got on the bus to head to chandler to get out things and head home. It was a short and loud bus drive to chandler. It was a happy day we all went home with smiles on our faces and we beat west everyone was happy I went home ate took a shower and went to