Almost Making It Happen I expected to get a few bruises, but not a getting a concussion. Before the soccer game, my idea of a concussion was getting bumped in the head, receive headaches, and it would heal up in a week and then you would go back to the way you were. I was wrong. At times, concussions can be deadly, and if you have them more than once, it will decrease your chance of keeping your brain healthy and surviving. Concussions can also give you migraines and make you dizzy.
“Whooo!” The crowd goes wild with excitement. We jump for joy as we score another goal. The soccer ball slashes the net with a hard enough kick to go straight through. Lexi and I scream with excitement knowing we just tied the score two to two with only 3 minutes left in the game.
Adversity The team stood sweating in need of a break and water. Our coach only called timeouts when necessary and when he called it, everyone on the team sighed. We all had a much needed break to rest our throbbing legs. The coach drew a play in the huddle for me to score the winning basket and felt extra focused.
Being shoved to the ground and coming up with a mouthful of turf and a bloody nose isn’t the ideal way to spend a friday night, but for me, it's something I put blood, sweat, and tears into. Soccer has been a passion of mine since my father dropped me off at the local YMCA when I was at the tender age of four. Spending all of my free days for thirteen years running after a soccer ball is arguably what made me into the person I am today. Unity, tenacity, passion and pride have all been morals that are valued within the sport and in my own philosophy. I have explored places I’d never give a second thought to because my sport took me there.
“LET'S GO!” Screams a player on my team who has clearly been at the field for a while, waiting anxiously for the first box lacrosse game of the season. This is my first season playing lacrosse; a sport that I've always wanted to play but never had the courage to try, until now. I arrive at the field, my heavy bag has started to cramp my hand before the game has even begun. Most of our team is there and is already padded up and waiting for the game to begin.
Being a captain in soccer whether it's professional soccer or high school soccer is an honor to be. Professional players such as Andres Iniesta, Carles Puyol, Sergio Ramos, and the player that inspired me to play soccer Paolo Maldini have all shown why being a captain is such an honor to be. Now I have been given the honor to be varsity captain for My high school soccer team but I wasn't just given to me because I was a senior no, it was given to me because of my hard work and dedication to become a better soccer player and to become a leader. Freshman year was a big learning process for me.
During soccer season, I was in the middle of a very tense game. While my teammates were angry and stressed by the game, I was beginning to get affected by the tense environment. I was feeling the pressure of the game, and since my mom was in the audience, I didn 't want to let her down. When I finally got the ball to my feet desperate I ran as fast as I could. Thirsty for victory I took a shoot but unfortunately I missed.
It was just a normal Saturday afternoon at the soccer field, and our team, The Strikers, were ready to play. It had been a nice few days in Garden Grove, but not for long. We had all arrived at 9:15 to warm up, and the game was at 9:45. Our team had been warming up when it started to become overcast. Of Course we would still play, because we play in almost any weather.
I finally arrived on the field, I sat on the chilled ground of the soccer field prepping my shin guards and shoes. As I was getting ready I notice a really small and hairy Chaldean walking with a clipboard, thinking that it was probably a student manager, but as he started to walk closer into my distance and towards the varsity team I had realized that it was the head coach of the team. I became a little relieved thinking to myself, well if he had played soccer throughout his whole life he should be able to understand the struggle and difficulty of playing soccer as a short person.
As a young child, endless summer days, evenings under stadium lights with my friends and family at the park brings back fond memories. Davidsonville Park has been a big part of my childhood and impacted me as I grew up spending countless hours on the baseball field, playing soccer and fishing in the pond around the park trail which was fun as a kid and even now as a young adult. I always had a good time at the park so all of these positive childhood memories make the Davidsonville Park very special to me. Playing sports at the park was a way to escape from the classroom giving me down time to see my friends and to play games. The one place I enjoy the most at the park is being on the baseball field.
“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.
My heart was briskly pumping. I have never been this fearful and apprehensive for anything in my life. The event that would transform my life forever was happening. This was the day I was going to move out of Florida When I was informed of the news at the beginning of the summer, I was unsure on how to react.