Now I knew almost all of the coaches except the freshmen. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew we were going to come out and work hard every practice. All I wanted to do was impress the coaches. I had an advantage over all my teammates, I kinda knew what they expected.
The team, the school, and the community were all very excited. We wanted to win a state championship. Everyone knew winning a state championship was going to be very difficult however because Stanberry was another undefeated team in another conference and on the other side of the playoff bracket. Stanberry was winning many blowout games like we were but everyone was saying how much harder the teams they were playing were. We knew even if we got to the
Everyone expected us to win and host 5th seed Fairmont Senior. At first, it seemed like that would happen without a doubt as we headed into halftime, but we blew the lead and lost 29-27. I sat and cried in that locker room crying for 45 minutes telling myself that it would not happen again next year. Well, here we are. Senior year and off to a 1-0 start.
We were all really excited and anxious all at the same time we had to go practice and set-up for the ball at noon, which only made the excitement worse and almost unbearable. After set up was over, I went hope to get ready for the ball. A few pictures later I was finally at the hotel in the receiving line to go into the ballroom with my date and my competition happened to be sitting right next to me. We sat and ate dinner and listened to the speakers as they talked, soon after came the sabre guard to recognize the seniors who were about to graduate, which I was in charge of. It was finally time to announce who our new commander would be for the 2017-2018 school year, everyone looked at Elias and waiting for his name to be called but his name was never called instead they called mine, the whole room looked at me with astonishment and the room fell silent as I walked up to receive my promotion.
The bus ride to the Amherst meet was just like any other that season. We were listening to music, talking, and joking about how much we were going to lose by. For so far in my rookie year we had lost every race. We walked the course before the race, but no one was really paying attention, we were still thinking about last night’s spaghetti supper.
Okay! Welcome to the pep rally, we will start by singing the 'Kaneland Fight Song'." "Kaneland, our alma mater, we pledge our hearts to you...", the visiting high schoolers chanted, to the point where I couldn't understand them. The teachers were doing a little dance and my friend and I started cracking up with laughter.
We were proud of what we had accomplished but we did not feel the results were fair. Although we did not win this gave us our confidence back. It was a win in our eyes. We had practiced for months giving up blood, sweat, and tears. Getting second has given us motivation to keep working harder than we ever have, and we are ready to come back stronger than ever this year and
I’ll admit it, I’m not the best player on my team. And as we all know, there’s only so many spots for the varsity team. So in no way did I expect to make varsity as a sophomore. However, I didn’t expect my friends too, either. The preseason had gone well: we practiced in the gym
I learned that you cannot win every play, every game, or every championship. We’ve learned this the hard way many times. From watching Wahoo tournaments get ripped from our fingers, or that last play in the regional championship when we lost to Eastside. Every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears was dedicated
I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
The doors opened and floods upon floods of people sprinted into the PIT like their lives depended on it. A huge surge of red, the theme for the game, flooded into the PIT like a glass of spilled wine. Entire sections of seats were taken in seconds, until not a single bench remained visible. The top row, standing room only, filled with people packed closer than elevator shafts, extended 8 or 9 people back. “Oh my goodness,” Bryce stuttered out, as his jaw fell almost the ground.
“We’re not playing freshmen just to get them on the field, we’re playing freshmen because they’re good players,” said Mazey. “Three of them had two hits apiece and three of them pitched, one of them got the win. These guys are all good players, and they’re helping us win games.” The Mountaineers would tack on two more runs in the bottom of the seventh.
Day break and they were at it again, Mrs. Ortner was making her rounds on the bus handing out study material for all competitors for you guessed it, another study session. On the bus, in the airport, on the plain, and on another bus never has a group of high school freshman studied so diligently. After being settled into our hotel and getting a good night’s rest the chapter woke for breakfast only to find hundreds of other students there to compete, this made that nervous tension just a little stronger. The rest of the day was filled with motivational speakers and icebreakers.
They started with varsity. All of my thoughts about them were correct but now they were on to JV. I was unsure on how everyone else had played, because I knew no one other than my sister, who had played out standing rounds. I kept telling