is As a senior in high school I was cut from my Varsity volleyball team. This had a huge affect on me, I was devastated. Anyone who knows me, knows that volleyball is my world. I was cut for being "uncoachable" which is an odd way of defining someone who has been a dedicated student-athlete for years. I sat on this for weeks, trying to figure out what I should do. I thought, is their anyway I could change the coaches mind? Is their someone I could talk to? I even took into consideration what I could have done. After I had tried everything I was still not welcome on her team. So, I went out for the Varsity Soccer team. Once I made the soccer team, with little to no experience at all I proved her determination to be invalid. I picked up on soccer
It was six o 'clock at the Friendswood junior high mustang field I was playing strong safety and I had to cover the extra receiver they brought out by the snap I was already beating my man and the next thing I know the ball was sailing my way straight to me. I am 13 years old and I am on the Friendswood junior high C-football team I am a second string slot receiver and starting strong safety
The softball team has gave me unforgettable friendships, the ability to play with such inspiring athletes, and has given me skills that I can carry on due to coach Sal. The first year I had started on West High’s softball team was sophomore year. I remember going to the try outs, feeling awkward, due to me not being close to any of the girls since we were twelve and eleven. All the girls that were my age, the ones I was friends with when I was younger, were all on varsity. Since it was my first year back as a Falcon, Sal placed me on JV.
“Unfortunately, Jack, there will not be many opportunities for you this year.” Seconds after being told I had made the varsity baseball team, I did not expect my coach to so bluntly tell me I would be spending more time watching the game than playing it. Our state ranked team had a pitching staff full of Division 1 commitments and future MLB draft picks, and I was being told I did not measure up. The bench became my best friend.
The next day, I was kicked off the team. I sat in my room shocked, unable to comprehend what had happened. My baseball career was over. All of my hard work wasted, since I was not able to reap the benefits from years of practice for varsity baseball.
Nothing hurts more than being excluded. I learned this the hard way my sophomore year. This is a story about my high school lacrosse team. Most of my friends are on the team so we’ve become very close after playing together since the seventh grade. We play lacrosse in the backyard almost everytime we’re together.
This led to me questioning my goals in life and if I really wanted to continue playing baseball at all. Up until this point baseball was a fun extracurricular activity that I enjoyed. It soon became a more job-like experience and felt like a burden rather than a relief. The pressure to uphold my academics and the straining relationship between me and my coach were two of the main reasons I decided to quit baseball. Furthermore, there is an additional reason that contributed to my decision to quit my highschool baseball
I came back with a team that was craving a championships and a positive season because we were a good team this year and we all believed we could make it all the way as champions. Our soccer team overall record was 7-7-1, We achieved only one goal that year and that was to have a positive season but we didn't achieve our second goal which was to be champions. We could have been able to make it to the playoffs but we had students that were ineligible when we had crucial games to play and ended up losing those crucial games. If we had no players ineligible we would have achieved our second goal and possibly would have been champions of the Tri Valley league. Senior night which was our last game of the season we played against skyline which if you didn't know were the champions last year and killed us last year.
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
I was immediately in the gym trying to get bigger, faster, and stronger. I spent countless hours each night during the week perfecting my game and fixing any flaws I had. I had one goal after that day and it was to prove the coach who cut me, that it was a mistake. I started to work harder than ever before. Being told you are not good enough takes a toll on your self confidence.
Math-Puzzled When I was younger , my parents always told me “ Never give up, no matter how hard things get.” That’s something that I still haven 't forgotten. About 10 or 11 years old in the 5th grade returning from winter break. I was really athletic as a child always had practice for some sport every night.
I was certain I was bound to play a great amount because I was sure the coach was not insane by playing the same players all three games. It was Tuesday night and the coach gave the starting line up before the referee blew the whistle. Yet again, my name was not mentioned, I was going to be sitting on the bench with my sweater on. The referee blew the final whistle. I was going to all the practices, giving it my all and once again I did not play in the game.
Cody Williams vs Tony Gwynn: A Comparison of Failures Anthony Keith Gwynn, if I were to say his full name like that most people wouldn’t know who I was talking about, but if I were to say Tony Gwynn then it is a whole different story. Yes, I am talking about the Tony Gwynn who played for the San Diego Padres, and later become one of the most decorated baseball players of all time. Yet, just because he was such a successful baseball doesn’t man he never failed. His failures are what made the man so successful, and just like me I failed quite often. The game of baseball is full of failures, one being a persons batting percentage.
I am a student in Lopez Early College High School and I am in the varsity football team. Last year in the 2014-2015 football season we the team went 0-10. That means that we went 0 wins and 10 losses. Last year we were a bunch of sophomores in the varsity team and as a team in general we were not experienced in playing in a varsity game, since we really went from the freshman football team straight to the varsity football team. I remember that when we played Los Fresno my sophomore we lost to them extremely bad, I remember the score being 72-0.
As a little boy I had big dreams of playing football. When I was walking in the halls of the intermediate and middle school and saw the high school football players with their jerseys on, they were like super stars. I looked up to them because I wanted to be like them. The high school football players were popular, they were happy, and they were important to the school. Going to the football games on Friday nights was the highlight of my week.
Last year I became captain on the Soccer Varsity team of my high school. Being captain isn’t just being the head of all the girls, but is doing the best for the team. My goal was to work as a team in and outside the field, and working together to win and have fun. But my conflicts with certain girls were getting in the way, because how can I expect them to do a certain thing if I’m not setting an example. I chose to talk to those girls, set things straight and set an example to my teammates.