I became apart of Marcus Golf my sophomore year after I switched over from soccer. With a smooth transition I was able to be successful very early on. I was nominated to be team captain my sophomore year when I was on JV, and when I got moved up to Varsity I continued to be a strong leader. With lots of hard work and dedication every day I was able to win an award for Most Fairways my junior year. I enjoy being a part of this program, and love being a leader on and off the
First we did passing no one could really pass but then I thought well we could work on that. Then we set, hit, digged and last serving and I felt as if no one met my skill set. What I didn't realize at the time was how cocky I was and how much potential my team really had.
As the baseball diamond started to fade in and out of my blurry vision, I realized something was wrong when I was still sitting on the bench. I was on varsity baseball, my grade point average was rising, and I was surrounded by positive people all around me who gave off a positive vibe. Of course, all good times must come to an end right? Well my good times came to end quickly.
As a student athlete, I have learned to use failure as an opportunity to learn. The moments in which I have "failed" have only helped me grow and reflect on the mistakes that not only I have made, but also those made by others. I was forced to do this multiple times throughout my final season of high school field hockey. Even though the team had players who were devoted and had a true desire to win, the season ended as a losing record in the books. As the primary goalie and captain, this was extremely difficult to accept.
A few hours later all of my stuff was tucked into my room, Mom and Sydney both started crying when they got ready to leave. Dad even had tears in his eyes, “I promise all of you, I’ll take good care of her. No Debbie downers allowed!” Sarah hugged mom and Sydney then Dad and Cade.
One day I woke up and got ready for school then I remembered it was the baseball tournament. So I grabbed my bat and glove and went to school. At the end of the day,it was hufflepuff vs gryffindor it was a good game 11 to 2 that was the semi finals we played hard they did to ,did we played harder the finals were in two weeks but we had sweet victory tell the finals.
I turned on my TV to find a classic Angels baseball game on. The first event that was shown was Pete Rose up to bat. I closed my eyes and then opened them to the ball gliding out of the pitcher's hand like a stealth bomber. Pete crushed the ball and the crowd screamed. I whispered to myself, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine."
Baseball One day my brother and I were playing catch. Then my grandpa came up to my brother and asked if he wanted to play on a baseball team and he replied "yes". So my brother joined the team. Now then my brother and I were practicing catching and hitting the ball
I would like to get better at baseball because that's what i like to do is play baseball. The thing about baseball is that it's a fun sport to play. I played since i was 6. To get better i must get better at throwing, bating, Etc,... Also i have to amplify my skills.
I am not what you would call good at playing golf but because of the great memories I have playing the game, intrigues my heart to ‘golf on.’ Every golf meet I had, my dad was right there next to me in the backround watching every choppy swing. Being on the golf team made me feel like I fit right in Wahlert. In the
I kept telling myself “I should have practiced more”. I didn’t feel confident at all, but when I actually played, things turned out in my favor for the most part. During the first day of tryouts, I already knew I was doing something right as the coach said, “Atta boy Jey!”. That day I shot a 58, which was already the best I had done the year before. The second day of tryouts was atrocious, weather wise.
“Pull” *BANG*. When I was about seven years old, my entire family would make the drive out to Lakeview Trap and Sports Club in Muskego to watch my dad shoot trap. At first, I wasn’t especially interested in the sport considering I didn’t particularly understand the rules. As I grew older, the premise of pointing a shotgun at a clay target, squeezing the trigger, and observing a cloud of orange dust explode as the result became increasingly exciting. Five years flew by and the day finally came where I could begin my journey of learning how to take part in one of the three major disciplines in competitive shooting.