After that we wrestled on our feet for about a minute and then I took him down to take the lead again, 4-3. The period ended and it was now the third period. I took the down position and escaped right when the ref blew the whistle to add on to the score 5-3. After that Birt took me down with 1:30 left in the third period so it was now tied. When I was on bottom I kept thinking, I need to get out, if I get out I win this match.
ring my senior year of high school, I had a wrestling rival during my senior wrestling season by the name of Frankie Negrini. My rival was from a rival town called Pompton Lakes that my team would always have intense matches against. This kid had always beat me by maybe one point or even two points. The kid always was one step ahead of me every time we stepped on the wrestling mat. The many times I had loss to him it just made my confidence just go down the drain a lot of the time.
The week before the homecoming game, we found out that our starting senior libero got sick with Mononucleosis, which meant that she couldn’t participate in any physical activity. We quickly had to find our next best passer, for that next week’s big game, and I was next in line. You will never know when you will have to step up, and when chances like this will arise . You always have be prepared, otherwise you might miss your chance. When I found out that I had to libero for one of the biggest games of the season, I was dripping with drops of nerves.
All of the struggles I had been through and countless hours I spent training had all come down to this season. My final season started with me being voted one of three team captains. I was also named a two way starter at running back and linebacker. The season resulted with a record two wins and seven losses, however I saw much personal success. I earned the honors of first team all-conference which is awarded to the top running backs in the conference.
Our team had no faith in ourselves. We knew something had to be done. As our opponents attempted a possible score, our goalie prevented the goal, but injured himself with 10 minutes remaining on the clock. I pulled up my socks, fastened my shin guards, and went onto the field to substitute for my team’s left forward. About an hour and a half ago, my competitive soccer team in Milpitas was heading to our last game in Bakers Field, California.
I feared the worst while I was sitting on the table and when he walked in with a intense looking face I knew it was bad. The doctor told me I had torn my hamstring and it was so violent that it came all the way off the bone bringing some of the bone with it. This meant months of being on crutches and a year of physical therapy. I was depressed upon hearing the news and was sad knowing I probably wouldn't be able to play baseball that year. I was on crutches for six months and physical therapy for another seven months slowly making progress day by day.
While hard work, it has been a motivator, a purpose, and a source of joy. I intended once a senior, that I would make a 1 at UIL state twirling contest, continue my second year of being a head majorette, and continue my second no drop season. I became aware of my increasing knee pain in July after coming home from squad leader camp. The sensation of your knee locking after sitting for more than thirty minutes; a completely terrifying situation. I decided to go to my doctor and she then transferred me to the sports injury
One thing I can say is that the training paid off, I had a few close calls, but I got to the championship. From there was a nightmare, after only an hour every fiber of my being called out to stop, but I kept on going. To win I had to pull off a crazy maneuver I knew I couldn’t do it, but I had to try. The thrill was fantastic, but I could feel the snow like it was penetrating my skull. I managed to land it, and win.
Along with two other varsity players, I organized offseason workouts, lifts and scrimmages for the team. Missing five of six seniors at our Fall tournament, I stepped up and lead the team to a second place finish. Slowly the team came together came together and won district. Although the year ended with a heart breaking loss in the playoffs, I became the leader of the team and earned all-district honors. My senior year I will be the sole varsity team captain.
Soccer Heartbreak and Triumph The weather was intense in the month of April. My high school soccer playoffs were just around the corner. So, training was an absolute nightmare for the team and I. We ran countless drills, ran countless miles, and dribbled countless times. Sure, it was a struggle, but I knew that I had to make every moment worth it because this would be my last shot at soccer glory.
I was very nervous and so was the rest of the team. In week one against an opponent that rolled us the year before, we came out and beat them in a blowout half time game. This was to many players’ surprise. We knew that was going to be our hardest game of the regular season and we felt very confident no one was going to beat us now, at least in the regular season. The season continued and it consisted of all half time blowout games.
There was another practice on Thursday, but nothing special happened there, excepted are star midfielder Luke Jayne broke his right leg, an arm and his jaw in a car accident. “Well there goes are chance of winning any of our games this tournament” said pretty much our whole team. “We still have two weeks for practices before our Washington tournament, that’s a mass amount of time to get prepared” Coach Moe said. For the last week we have been practicing on teamwork and we have been running an abundance amount every day. Although we hate running it really help us get back into shape and our stamina.