It was game night and I was amped to be a part of the football team, I had waited a long time to be a part of the Southeast Trojans’ team! I was a little unsure though because I had missed three days of practice this week and I knew that Coach didn’t play that. When I got to the locker room to get dressed, Coach told me to see him once I got dressed out. I got scared right away because I didn’t know what he was going to say or do to me because I knew in the back of my mind that it was about me missing practice. When I was dressed out, I went in to see Coach. He said, “DaTrevion, have a seat and let me speak with you.” I replied, “Yes sir.” Coach then proceeded to tell me, “Trey, I am disappointed that you have missed practice every day …show more content…
He continued by telling me that, “You will not be allowed to play in the first half of the game and you are going to have to do 10 sets of chops and run the length of the football field twice.” I was not very happy with the punishment that I would have to go through but I was thinking to myself, that I really shouldn’t be surprised because I knew there would be some sort of …show more content…
I realized when I was running the football field, the first time that I really never gave much attention to how long the length of that field really is during a game. Once I completed what I was told to do, I went to the side line where other teammates were standing and was innocently teased for having to do those exercises. Once Coach arrived to the sideline he told us all that, “Anything in life that you wish to attain is going to require you to have patience and be responsible for the actions you decide to take. You must realize that for every action there is a reaction and for every action there is a consequence, so guys have to learn how to choose your consequences wisely.” I really didn’t know what all that meant that he said but I did realize that if I want to play football I would have to take it more serious and be more responsible for my actions. We won the game that night and I was allowed to play during the second
I had eaten great all day and I was ready for hell. I got there and didn’t realize there were 100 kid trying out for 2 teams. Mikey and I started off by doing line drills and I wasn’t the best but I was doing what coach had asked everyone to do. I was the only one giving it 110%. Then long field passes were next. Again this was all new to me and I was just going with it. Thirty minutes into practice I felt a bump on my shoulder. It was coach Haven. He asked me, “Hey La Garsssa how long have you been playing lacrosse for? I responded with “oh you know 30mi…. he was shocked and wasn’t ready for the response. I did have great ball handling skills and I was working my ass
He asked me, “Do you want to join the varsity team for the playoffs?” Without hesitation I said, “Of course coach.” I started practicing with them and couldn’t wait for this great opportunity to play on varsity in eighth grade. There are a total of five rounds in a high school playoff and the fifth round of course being the state championship, and to win a series you have to win two out of three games. Coach said, “You’re being called up to be a pitch runner for the pitcher and catcher during the games if they reached base.” I said, “Sounds good coach, thanks for the opportunity.” The first three rounds were pretty easy and then we had to play Mars Hill and they were really good. They had two great pitchers, one was going to Alabama and the other was going to Mississippi State. We won the first game and ended up winning the second game on a walk-off homerun to send us to the state championship game. I could not believe that this was happening. I have been dreaming of this ever since I was a little
The new coach seemed peculiar, and it wasn't just because of that third eye. I walked out of the locker room after school for practice and I saw the new coach sitting on the bench. When he looked up I saw the strangest thing, he had a third eye on his forehead. It was hardly noticeable because of his hat but you could still feel it watching you. The new coach told us to start our warm ups. His voice was really low and gravely. He walked around as we did our normal routine and I noticed he walked with a limp and that one of his hands was mangled. He hardly talked all practice, the only time he did was to tell us what drill to do. After practice, when I got home I asked my mom if she new anything about our new coach. She said she didn't
My team and I were warming up and shooting pucks. My friends and I were messing around while we were warming up. After about 5 minutes my coach blew the whistle, tweet! So then we all went over to the coach, and he told us all the drills we were going to do today. We were going to have to do six drills for the
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
I said yes and then he invited me to play with them in the club. I was very excited about joining a well know club in town and playing football with my friends. The next day I woke up and got ready 1 hour before I was supposed to because I was overexcited and a little nervous. Then I took my MP3 player out and started listening to rock music to calm myself from being way too nervous. Then me, my best friend and some of my other close friends jogged to the ground so that we would be warmed up and ready for the game. Then we started playing and I got very nervous at first and played badly but later on played good and scored 2 goals. I was satisfied with my performance but thought I could have done much better. I started wondering what my coach thought of my performance. Then I heard someone calling my name from the
Sweat, aching muscles, and green spread out before me. I’d been practicing, I went hard and did my best to improve in every possible aspect. I worked not only on my form, my precision, and my power, but also on my mind; my mental game. I had to tell myself I could do it, I had to be confident in myself, no reassurance from others. I was told I had no chance, how could I win. I was expected to lose, and I thought I would.
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
The doubts everyone has put on me was wrestling. My family doubted me because they were surprised that I did it. I disliked wrestling at first, I did it because of my brother. One day my brother comes back from practice and he was boasting on how he was good at it, this and that, I told him if I join it I probably can beat him, so he told the coach that I was going to be going to preseason from now on.
It was a cold, dark Friday night. The field was freshly painted. The lights lit the field up. The stands were filled with people. The home team in the locker room getting ready. Kids were lined up outside to give the football players high fives. The other team was out on the field stretching.
At the beginning of the game they punted the ball to my team. As I made my way down the field to block I turned around and was blindsided. I was swept off my feet and saw blood flying in the air, from my nose. I felt like life was going in slow motion as I was in the air. I heard the opposing coach tell his player that is what he wanted. I felt broken cause I knew the whole game they were out for my head. We had been losing for most of the game, but we had began to make our way back. We were playing good defense and my cousin was their quarterback, and we both had a lot of family at the game cheering us on. He had a breakaway run and was on his way to score, but me being so competitive I ran him down and tackled him. I had hit him out of bounds at the ten yard line. His team was furious that I had stopped him from scoring. On the next play two of their players had hit me high and low. As I want down there was a crowd of their players around me. As I began to get up their biggest player stepped on my knee and pushed down as hard as he could. I had a sharp pain go through my leg, and as I tried to get up I could not put any weight on my leg. I hobbled around and played the next play and called a timeout. I tried to walk off the field and I took a few steps and fell to the ground. My best friends dad, Tony, came over and helped me off the field. My mom knew something was wrong and the next day I
Strive for the summit , strive for excellence. If you know me you can probably conject that I love the game of football it's my passion I could not live without it. My first year of tackle football was in 2012 we lost 2 games to the Leeward Steelers. Every year after that our team lost to them. During the off season all I could remember was those games loss after loss after loss that was movation to never stop. Every time I thought about taking a break during practice all I could think about was the steelers. When It came to the week when our team played the steelers I was prepared and ready to battle I wasn't going to lose again no, not this time. Our last practice before the game my coach told me to go hard not everyday but every
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
The next day I had meeting with coaches and trainer they sit me down and tell me that next semester we will have to cut some of your scholarship money. After the coach told me that my heart drop felt like nothing can be worse than this.I had my surgery which was hard for me because I couldn 't do anything that I liked to just lay in bed and think about my life which was kind of depressing for me. I thought about my future everyday like football not even worth it nomore.
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.