I apologized to my coach and to my teammates for being a ball hog. I promised all of them that I would be a better team player for the second half of the game. After our talk, my coach and team got my adrenaline going again by starting basketball chants. We were on our way out of the locker room for the second half, and as the lights shined down on me, the crowd chanted my name. It was surreal!
Walking into the wrestling room I still feel the same as I do everyday. My heart pumps hard, palms begin to sweat, and I sense the eyes from the overbearing wrestlers on me. the wrestlers and I are talking, while waiting on Waterloos team arrival. As I am focused on looking through the rectangular, thin pane of glass in the door.
Hypnotist Dan Candell returned to the school on November 12th and students lined up at the doors as early as one hour before the show to snag the best seats in the auditorium. By 6:30 (half an hour before the start of the show) the bottom section of the auditorium was nearly filled to the brim with excited students. Parents, students, siblings, and even audience members from other schools waited anxiously for Dan Candell to take the stage and work his illusionary magic. The first few minutes of the show involved a few humorous stories, all of which involved past experiences Dan Candell had at his other shows, and then he tested everyone in the audience to determine whether they were visual learners or auditory learners to weed out who he would choose to hypnotize.
A Need for Change Anticipation builds while players’ line in formation. Electric seconds pass while the quarterback yells the play. Shockingly, the players’ crash together in an explosion of energy, aggression, and sod. Televisions across America play this scenario over and over every Sunday during football season. Enthralled by the sheer athleticism and excitement of the sport, fans watch religiously, eyes glued to the screen.
I can see the hot, watery sweat dripping down Lexi’s face. Sprinting down and up the field causes Lexi’s face to turn bright red like a tomato. Lexi and I push through the heat and persevere to try and win the final game, but with three minutes left we might not have enough time. As the other team starts with the ball Lexi and I give each other a look and at the top of her lungs Lexi screams ‘GOOO” and sprints down the field rushing to the ball.
I remember it like it was yesterday freshman year basketball tryouts I was really excited as soon as that final bell rang I ran straight to the gym to get ready tryouts were the whole week but I felt like I needed to get off to a good start. I got in the gym put my shoes on stretched and started to get warmed up. The coach walked in the gym I got really nervous he didn 't know me I didn 't know him so I went up shook his hand and told him my name and the grade I was in. Tryouts finally started we started doing drills
On the edge of my seat I can feel my heart racing, just waiting for the clock to run down. We’re up by two and though I was watching the game at home, I could feel the energy of the crowd radiating through the television. Ten, nine, eight… the crowd begins to count down, my brother and I join in shouting, “FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!” The buzzer sounds and the roar of the crowd comes rumbling through the speakers. The Chicago Blackhawks have just won, for the third time in six years, the 2015 Stanley Cup Championship, and
The sheer shriek of the whistle sounded over the silence of the gym. “Everyone on the line; 8 and 30!” Coach McMahon roared from the top of his lungs like a mountain lion. We sulked to the line for the cruelest of all punishments; this is only the beginning of my high school basketball career.
June 17. I stand waiting in hot, sweaty anticipation, singing and dancing with a thousand of my peers. I know this will be a day that forever changes two lives. Finally I will be able to be a warrior in the fight I hold closest to my heart. The lights in the auditorium come on and I bolt to the closest table where hundreds of children lay before me: desperate, broken, and beautiful.
Just 2 minutes left the sun half way set, the crowd cheering and most of all the scouts not blinking paying attention to every detail, play and decision each one of us makes, I see the ball come off the rim and the other team grab the rebound and their other play already across the court just past half court I knew what I had to do. With no thought or anything I break out running across the court chasing their player knowing he was going for a fast break lay-up I knew I could catch there was no doubt about it but the question was would I block the ball or not I can feel the eyes staring at us curiously wonder what will happen. Just like I predicted I see his hand turn upside down getting ready to lay it up I take 2 more steps and leap as hard as I can towards the ball staring at the ball and nothing else all I cared about was saving my team from those 2 points and looking good on the court and on that stats sheets, that was a decision I would later pay for. I did what I had practice and done hundreds of times before at the park I swat my hand towards the ball as hard as I can, I hear when my hand hits it and it bounces off the backboard not thinking about my landing instead of preparing for the fall I prepare myself to start running back across court but that wouldn’t happen when I landed I felt a pop in my knee’s
The clock ticked down fast up on the jumbotron as the pace of the game gets faster and quicker. Both teams screaming, shouting, cheering, and encouraging at each other, eager to advance to the next round. The game gets more physical, and players are banging the other team’s players to the boards. Coaches are yelling to give us more confidence. This is the first round of the Quebec Peewee Hockey Tournament.
It was almost 5 minutes till the end of the football game I was cheering at. The score was 14-6 and the Pirates were losing to the Barnegat Bengals. It was getting close to the end of the game so they really needed to score a touchdown. This could be the game that the Pirates won at. “Hopefully, this heat won't affect their playing!”
When I first started Carolina Courts I had no idea what I was getting into. First the season started horrible then our final game we reach the championships. I had no idea how unpredictable this season was going to be. If I could do it again I wouldn't have changed a thing. I was so excited as I saw the door of Carolina Courts this was going to be a great season.
Cheerleading’s stereotype is traditionally girls in tiny skirts, with bows in their hair, and lots of makeup. However, it started out as a male’s sport. For about the first forty years of cheerleading, women were not allowed to take part in the sport. Now, ninety-seven percent of all cheerleaders are female, according to Serendip Studios. This same website also showed that the male presence is still very prominent.