We were midway through a tough season as we trotted onto Maquoketa’s field. Injury and mental mistakes had dropped us to a disappointing 0-3. We were hungry for a win, and we were playing our rivals. Music blared as we put our pads on, and the feeling in my gut before the game is indescribable. Our fullback was back after suffering a knee injury in our first game, and our wide receiver was back after being sick for the past week.
My life has been dominated by serious injuries, taking me out of play for months at a time. Not one year ago I was stuck in a cast that covered my whole leg, causing me to miss out on all the fun of winter. Naturally, I became very upset when a minor injury made me miss out on my biggest sports opportunity of my life. I have had this injury multiple times in the past, and this game was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. I was playing a game with my select team, Panathinaikos FC, and we were down 2-1 in the quarter final match of the spring invitational tournament.
My Injury It was a good and aggressive soccer game. It was tied 2-1 and 5 minutes left until halftime. They were a pretty good team but we knew we could beat them. We were just not playing as a team. I was getting frustrated, we won the header from their cross my teammate won the rebound and he saw me open so I started running through the wing.
One more goal and we would win but for the moment we were tied. My chances were slim because I was very tired and sweaty. We only had one minute left of the game. I went to kick the team stole the ball away from A person on my team got the all and kicked it back to me because she was cornered and I was her only chance. The seconds were ticking: 20 seconds left.
The season started out like any other, one week of pain staking agony and push-ups. The constant workouts, sweat, and two hour practices were completely worth the outcome of my last volleyball season. The past four years of my high school career I spent being a member of the volleyball team. But to me, this is not just a team, this is my family. I knew I would become close with my team since I spent so much time with them, but then I realized even once volleyball was over, they would still be my family.
"It took a lot of mental toughness. We 're going to remember this for the rest of our lives." It completed an incredible comeback for the Patriots, who had looked dead and buried after the Falcons scored three first-half touchdowns and an early score in the third quarter to power 25 points ahead. No team had ever come back from more than 10 points to win the Super Bowl, and the Patriots looked to be heading for a crushing defeat. But Brady, who had looked a pale imitation of himself for much of the game, suddenly fired into life in the second half to produce a performance that will go into National Football League folklore.
The whistle blew and both teams began to viciously fight for the ball until our fallen drops of sweat created puddles on the field. Every time someone would attempt a goal, the entire world fell silent until the ball idly stopped short of entering the goal. This continued for a long, strenuous forty minutes, and my team was sure we had won by a one point victory, when, unexpectedly, the other team scored a goal. My heart and confidence shattered as I watched the ball fly into the open goal. I could not believe that we were now tied, all the hard work for nothing.
The True Diary of Luke Skewis By; Luke Skewis Hi I’m Luke Skewis. I’m a 5’7, Sophomore at Negaunee High School. The stories you are about to read and very important lessons I learned from my friends, family, and coaches. I hope you enjoy The True Diary of Luke Skewis. 2nd Grade It was Super Bowl Sunday and I invited all of my friends over for a “Super Bowl Party.” It was the first one that I had as a kid.
My legs got wobbly as everything began to spin and the next thing I knew I was falling to the ground. Starting cross-country my senior year was terrifying, but I am so grateful I did because this moment during my first race taught me a lot about my strength and persistence when I am tested with any type of challenge. It has allowed me to overcome anything I may face not only in running but in all aspects of my life. My senior year I switched from the Orange County School of the Arts to Edison High School and joined the cross-country team. I started training with the team over the summer.
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. The fighting got to a point
“Touchdown Lafayette!” This was the start to my high school career and we were losing in the first half of the game. It took them forever to score so I believed that the defense could go hard and stop them just once. We knew if we lost it would be some smack going on social media so someone had to step up. Its 2nd and 12 in the 3rd quarter and we are winning by 4. Down set hut, the person I 'm guarding runs deep and I drop back.
Next, the contact portion - tackling with passing - came upon us faster than we thought. The first times through the drill went well, but it’s finally my turn after waiting in line. I run with the ball, get tackled, and wait for my teammate to catch my pass so I could return to the line. SMACK! My teammate 's knee slams into my head leaving me dizzy and with a headache.
There is only one hour before I have my last football game, the State Championships. These next hours determine what my life will be like. It makes me sick, and I’m very nervous.
I remember the game being very physical and exhausting mentally. We went back and forth scoring on each other, every mistake costing the other team a touchdown. It came down to the final two minutes in the game we were tied with them. Our coach had said that we need a stop, somebody needs to make a play. Little did I know at the time it would be me to make it.
“GOAL!” My final kick as a U-14 soccer player ended the game with a score of 3-2. With that game, the team ended its season in second place, a great accomplishment for this motley bunch. As the season came to a close, and we were awarded our trophies, I was already looking ahead to high school. For years I knew that I would attend Bishop Hendricken High School, a school well-known for its soccer team. I would try out for the team and play soccer all four years.