We took a five-minute water break to try and regather our thoughts and to try and come back from this awful game against a group of social rejects. My hand had stopped bleeding by now and I was able to sign autographs for all the fans that had come out to see me play, but my hand was not well enough for me to start playing just yet.
It was now around 5:30 so we continued the game so that it did not end too late. My teams goalie got the ball and passed it to David on the breakout pass, but David took only one step and Jason started charging towards him. The goalie speared David in the midsection with his stick and the other teams defenseman Scott got the ball. Scott then wound up and shot the ball with all his upper body strength from curling.
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My team was looking crushed after letting in 6 goals on only 7 shots and were losing the games. I was really wishing that I could be out there with the boys helping them win. Nick was so upset with himself for having no hockey abilities he just grabbed the ball and threw it down the road where the other team picked it up no problem and started coming towards our net. They did a nice passing play on scored on Nick between the legs. We ended up switching goalies to David after that because we needed to do something to try and win. While David was getting ready and putting on gear, I went over and took pictures with my …show more content…
One of my fans so nicely decided to let us use his autographed tennis ball signed by me. Jakob started off with the ball, who then passed it to John who then tried taking a shot which I dropped down in front of to block it. I then got up, passed the ball to Aaron who immediately passed the ball back. I took the ball in on a breakaway and went bar down to make the game 9-3. Jason passed it over to Scott who I had no problem body checking him flying into some old ladies car. Scott left a huge dent in the back of it. I then proceeded to do a spin-o-rama that got me around their last defender and their goalie and I buried it into the open
Abbas Miski almost got over the line for the Bears, but on the next play winger Joe Burgess scored in the left corner to open the account for the Bears. Norths went on the attack again and looked like scoring until Omar Slaimankhel intercepted and ran 80 metres until Eli Levido ran him down in a tackle that would have made Scott Sattler proud. There were some physical collisions throughout the
It was not a pretty goal, though. Brouwer just happened to be in the right spot at the right time. Trying to redirect a pass from Robby Fabbri, the puck hit the post. Brouwer tried twice to make contact with the returning puck until it reached the back of the net.
And of course there is that one jokester in the team that makes everyone laugh which made our team better and more special and unusual. But, before the game starts, one of our players couldn't play ,and had to watch the game on stands because he was younger than most of us and can go to tournament next year too. He was half-crying and if I was him, I would probably cry too. So, my teammates and coaches made him feel better. After watching a video to get ourselves ready for the game, we headed down the hall to the arena, to play the first very important game.
We lost our first game of the season. That game chanleged us all. Would continue to stare at the dirt or reach for the stars. We continued to strugle as team. It was my turn to take charge as a leader for this team, but I letting everything just go bye.
I got my own locker stall with my name on it within the locker room, which sparked the greatest feeling of accomplishment and overjoy. My family, friends, and most of all my dad are so proud of me. Now that I have finally made the team, I can experience the culture of the Hartland Varsity Hockey team
“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.
I can remember the game so clearly, it was during the second quarter of the J.V. basketball game and I had just gotten the rebound and passed it out to Kelsie. Next thing I know a player from the opposing team came up right beside me and hit me in the side, I feel a big pop and hear a loud crack. I’m in excruciating pain, but I push through it and keep on playing because it 's my last quarter for the J.V. game and it 's almost halftime. I can make it until after the game tonight right, it won’t be that bad? , I remember thinking to myself as I can barely breathe because something 's wrong with my back, but I know this pain, my ribs are out of place
I sprung forward and launched out of my stance. The center snapped the ball then shot at me with his hands aimed for my pads to attempt to block me. I took a sharp left step, as I propelled my left hand onto his back and cycled my right arm over to push him away. As I got past him I locked onto the quarterback. Rushing towards him as fast as I could he scrambled to catch up to him and disrupt the play.
Leave It All On The Field Have you ever been in a situation where you doubted something you were hoping for so much you thought it was impossible, then it actually comes true? Best feeling ever right? That is exactly what happened that day. It was 2013.
With about 8 minutes to go into the first period Westhill had a great opportunity to tie the game on a one-timer pass from the corner, but I came in clutch with a beautiful glove save, not to be cocky, it was probably my best save of the year. The game went back and forth for the rest of the first period with no one able to find the back of the net. Westhill had the greater majority of the scoring chances; they were a very strong offensive team. In between periods we went wild, the team dressing rooms were right next to each other. We wanted to make sure that Westhill knew we were ready to keep playing.
Everybody is surrounding me. Tears filled my eyes and one of my teammate’s mom comes and says, “I 'm going to go run to the store and get some ice.” My dad grabbed some tissues from his car and I put them in my nose to stop the blood from going on the ground and I layed my head back and pinched right above where the ball hit me. When the ice arrived my dad was holding the ice on my nose. My dad then called my mom and asked if she can pick me up and take me to the doctor.
It was pouring cats and dogs when I arrived at Village Sports, the local hockey rink I play at. I arrived an hour early so I could warm up before the game started. I was wearing my team sweatshirt and warm up pants. The team we were playing was one of the best teams we played all year. So, as you can imagine , I was very nervous and shaking as if I had just chugged 8 cups of coffee.
I believe essay I believed that my basketball team would make it to the championship. We undefeated for two seasons in a row. The players wouldent of been able to win if it wasnt for our coaches. The stallions have been dominating all season.
In today 's sports obsessed world a lot of kids get put into a nerve racking situation of making or missing that game winning basket or touchdown or run or goal. Well on one hot July night, that kid was me. It was the bottom of the 6th with no out and no one on base, and I was up to bat. I dug into the batter 's box and waited for the pitch. Then when the ball was about to be released from the pitcher 's hand.
And there the ball went just above the keeper’s reach, the ball sank in the back of the net. The end of the game whistle blew. We won,and I made the