Do It! "Next week we 're having a practice match against Ocean View. Even though it 's not a real match, I want you guys to take this seriously and practice a lot! Nobody should be slacking off, understood?" Danny, Honolulu High 's volleyball team captain, received a chorus of various affirmative responses and nodded.
It was the big day. The last time our whole basketball team would play for the Gold Crown League. The last day our team would be an actual team. My whole basketball team had been working our hardest to improve 4 years to make it into the final championship round in Gold Crown basketball. This final year we were determined to do anything in our power to make it to the final championship round.
Every single Newberg player was ready to counter attack when we made a mistake. Their defense made us look silly with their outstanding ability to steal the ball. There was no silver lining to that game other than that we couldn’t get worse. Thirteen hours after the horrendous loss, our team had practice. We went grudgingly through our warm ups without any source of purpose.
One of the biggest parts of my life has to be the sport of basketball. I played every year I could since I can remember. I participated in youth commission, then modified, Jv, and all the way to my senior year. With this being my last year all I care about is the team 's success and making a push into sectionals. But the one thing I have not payed attention to is how much the sport has pushed to be a better leader and how to take criticism from coaches and teammates.
Conspiracy theorists say that the Knicks ' card was marked (with a bent corner), so that it wouldn 't be picked until the end. But why does he keep this so private? Anyone who talks about the NBA in a negative way, players/coaches/officials will be fined for the negativity they speak about the NBA. The players cannot fully
I always wanted to be in marching band ever since I saw the Panther Marching Band halftime show when I was in 6th grade. It seemed easy enough; play your instrument and march around in different formations. At the time I thought, “How hard could it be?” Fast forward three years to my first pregame performance and my mindset changed dramatically. Minutes before the performance my attitude was, “Why did I sign up for this? What if I mess up?
My hands wouldn’t keep still, every time I wiped the sweat off them, it would be replaced within seconds it seemed. I was scared if you listened close enough, you could hear the pounding of my heart threatening to burst out my chest. But who can’t keep calm when it’s their first game? We were all nervous, families, and friends came to watch us start the season off. We were playing with only a few mistakes that night, and we worked together as a team, as a result we won our first game.
I have been playing sports just about as long as I have been able to walk, and over the years of playing these sports i have become pretty passionate and competitive with everything i just want to be the best at it we could see who can hold their breaths the longest and i would be upset if i lost. Around my 10th grade year i decided that i wanted to play basketball and just basketball so i decided to quit all my other sports i was involved after the seasons were over. Ever since i made this decision basketball has been my plan A i have planned on attending a college and playing basketball at that said college, then once my four years is i hope on getting an opportunity to continue my basketball career somewhere else god willing. All my life i understood that a plan B would be needed but never really thought too hard about it. Around 9th grade i wanted to be nurse but never really stuck with it.
As the clock going down, score dead even. I knew this was my moment to take the big shot. The ball in my hands pulling from the three-point line as the buzzer going off. It seems that time pause while the ball flowing in the air. As the ball with in for the game winner, I knew this was my moment but it didn’t always look that way.
My senior year I did not try out because of my busy schedule, but i regret not making more time for it. It is my passion and the band advanced to area this year. Another extracurricular activity I enjoy is Winter Guard, which is all color guard members and no band members. I have been in Winter Guard for two years and I will be going on my third year this year. The first year we got sixth place at State and I was captain my junior year as well.
“Why can’t we get into our freaking offense! ?” This is all I really remember from Coach McKendrick at halftime last year against Niles North in what was a tough night for our basketball team. Prior to this, we beat New Trier at home and then went on the road and beat the pre-season unanimous vote to win conference, Highland Park, in our first conference game. Before the New Trier game, our game plan was simple: we were smaller, but faster, so we were going to run the court and make this is a fast pace game. We executed our gameplan, and we won.
As we stood on the freshly cut grass motionless, in complete despair, we soon realized the effort we had given was simply not enough. We could have ran those suicides harder, connected one more pass, added 5 more pounds in the weight room. Although the crowd was roaring, everyone in a white uniform stood as if there wasn’t a sound heard for miles. With 56 seconds left on the clock, we all knew our season was coming to an end. The time that we thought was boundless, was ended by a buzzer that only brought disappointment.
“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.
“Congratulations, this is the 2013-2014 Mission Vista Men’s Varsity Soccer team.” I still remember the words coming out of my high school coach’s mouth as he spoke to the new varsity team after tryouts. I was the shortest and one of the youngest players on the team, but my passion for the game was not any less than anyone on the team. I was one of the only three sophomores on the team with a team dominated by juniors and seniors. A sense of jubilation ran across my body while having a stomach full of butterflies was with me as we did our team cheer for the first time before our first game. The coach gave the starting line-up, I was not in the starting eleven.
I leaped as high as I could and unfortunately missed the tip the game was already heading south but the game had just started so we had no worries. The first quarter had several lead changes we both had bad shooting quarters shooting below the 30% but that wasn’t what mattered we were all worried about looking good as a team and winning the game not individual stats. About ¾ of the way through the first quarter our coach called a timeout and called us to the sideline and said “Guys you are a great group of kids and have made my coaching experience beyond expectable and you are a bright group of kids so after this season I’ll be retiring and making sure I go out with bang so win this game for me!” and that’s when the game took a drastic change, we began to play with our heart not just our