Memories are among the most precious things a person can accumulate. While making a large sums of money can lead a person to be disliked or mistrusted by their peers, obtaining good memories serves only to enhance one’s standing among one’s peers. My favorite memory is of the 2008 Mid-season Classic wrestling tournament at Clarion High School because my wrestling team took first place at that tournament, we were able to beat the team that was ranked #1 in the district, and one of my wrestlers left me with an unforgettably great moment. At the 2008 Mid-season Classic the wrestling team I was coaching finished first overall in the team standings. Sports aren’t all about winning, but winning certainly makes them more enjoyable. There were 16 …show more content…
teams entered in the tournament, and most of them were very competitive. Winning was a great feeling because we were hosting the tournament and it made it extra special to win in front of our friends and families. Finishing in first place was a testament to all the hard work our team had put in that season. Not only did we win the tournament, but we defeated the top ranked team as well. We weren’t even ranked in the top five, and most people were expecting us to have a down year. Redbank Valley was the top ranked team in the district and most people assumed they would win the Mid-season Classic. It is a great challenge for competitors to be told that they are not going to win. It made us feel like we had something extra to prove. Before the finals match people were talking about how badly Redbank was going to destroy us. Instead, we traded wins back and forth until the very end and ended up beating Redbank in a close match 42-40. Coming through as an underdog and beating the top team was a lot more satisfying than winning matches that we were expected to win. Beating Redbank that day was great, but not nearly as great as one of the matches that we didn’t win.
The best memory from that day came from a match that one of my wrestlers lost. We were beating Cranberry’s team pretty badly in our 3rd team-match. Cranberry had a wrestler with severe mental and physical disabilities, so whoever had wrestled him all day had to be careful not to hurt him as they gently picked him up and pinned him. The Clarion wrestler who had to face him asked me if it would be okay if he lost to the Cranberry wrestler. It wouldn’t affect our team’s ability to win, and he thought it would be a great memory for a kid for whom he had a lot of respect. He was right. Literally every person in the gym stood and applauded after our wrestler was pinned. People knew the significance of what they had seen, and many of them were left with tears in their eyes. That moment was the most powerful thing I have ever seen in a sports arena. I fondly remember many things from my athletic and coaching career, but none so fondly as the 2008 Mid-season Classic. I feel privileged to have witnessed a group of young men overcoming obstacles on their way to achieving their goals. Best of all, everyone in attendance watched as a young man reminded us what sportsmanship is all about. In tough times since that day I remind myself that another great memory is always just around the corner; I just hope I’m in attendance when it
happens.
As a kid, I was born and raised to love the great game of baseball. Many young kids have had dreams to become professional athletes, and achieve prestigious awards/ titles. Like many kids I’ve always dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player. As a younger kid with my head in the clouds, I never really knew what it was like to put my actual blood, sweat, and tears into something I loved, until my worst season I had ever played. This whole story starts in the beginning of my ninth grade baseball season. It started out different from every other year because, of course I was a freshman. This was the first year I had ever practiced with the varsity squad, it was much more difficult, but I still figured I was going to do great. After weeks
After my win, my team was lined up to congratulate me; I was the only member from our team to pin their opponent. The feeling of the referee raising my arm was one of the, if not, the best overwhelming feeling I've ever felt in my life. Knowing that I won that match on my own gave me great confidence that I was just as good as anyone in my bracket. I kept telling myself that if I made it that far, then I must be. As I moseyed to my seat where the team was sitting, people were patting me on my way up the stairs. People I didn't even know were congradulating me, telling me way to go, good job. That feeling was one of the best too. As I took my seat and got ready to watch the Waitmanator, one of my teammates wrestle, a reporter came up and sat right beside me. He shook my hand and started asking me all kinds of questions. I told him everything he wanted to know, and after he was done talking to me, I got that feeling in my stomach again. That made me really pumped up for my next match. The very next day was even better. The reporter put me and all of my quotes in the paper. Now, everybody knew about my match. Things were just going my way.
There is no other feeling like that feeling you get when the crowd is roaring, because of something you personally have just achieved. To get to those glorious moments in life that you have been dedicated to, whatever it is you are wanting to succeed in whether it is sports, music, acting, and so on, but when you reach that moment of glory you will remember that point for the rest of your life. It all began when I was in fifth grade when my dad was looking for a place that I could box at and could not find a club near us, but ended up coming upon a wrestling club called, Alabaster Youth Wrestling Association at the time which is now known as the Warrior Wrestling Club. So my dad came up to me that day I got back from school and said, “ Hey bud, I found a wrestling club in Alabaster lets check it out.” After that, practice my dad fell in love with the sport and I did as well, because I was a natural when it came to wrestling.
As I sit here with my eyes closed, I imagine a tropical breeze. The warm wet air slides over my face. The humidity seems almost heavy enough to crush me. As I take a deep breath, the realization that this is no tropical air comes crashing in. Instead of the refreshing scent of the ocean, or tropical plants, the taste of salt from sweat and a smell of the human body fill my lungs. The daydream is over. A shrill whistle sounds and the voice of coach Chuck booms through out the room, breaking the peace that was comforting the pain in my shoulder and bringing me back to reality. I was not on some humid island paradise, but rather in the explosive atmosphere of the Hotchkiss High School wrestling room.
In the past four years of my life, no activity has affected me more than wrestling. Four years of varsity wrestling and the honor of being a team captain has instilled many qualities in me. First, through years of hard work and continuous dieting, wrestling has given me discipline. This discipline has spread to other parts of my personality, including my moral character, work ethic, and perserverence. Another quality wrestling has given me is leadership. As a team captain, I have learned to lead by example, both on and off the mat. Above all, though, wrestling has given me a love of life. Through this sport, I have experienced pain, sacrifice, adversity, and success. Exposure to these feelings-which are, in my opinion, the essence of being-has
I was a part of something my senior year that not many High School students will ever experience. It is one of those things that I will tell my grand kids about in years to come. The 2002 Fort Defiance Wrestling Team had a winning season with a perfect record. Our accomplishments as a team and as individuals will be in the records books at Fort Defiance High School, Virginia. Students athletes who play sports in school have dreams for their and themselves. One of these dreams is being exceptional enough to make it to the trophy case. We made it! The hard work, long practices, and discipline within the sport and us paid off. We were the first wrestling at Fort Defiance to have a perfect season.
It had been my first wrestling practice that I had been to for a few years. It wasn’t even a regular season practice it was just a captain's practice only two days before the regular season. We started off the practice playing a game where
As I arrived in the wrestling room, everyone was optimistic and talking about the varsity wrestlers from Katella high. I was nervous thinking about the all the people that were going to see me wrestle including my parents. After we were all seated the coaches announced that there would be a wrestle off for the varsity 126 lbs spot. I was my first year of wrestling and as I saw to varsity wrestlers wrestle in a high intensity match it was overwhelming and I thought to myself if I was ready for my first match.
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"Jab" "jab" "uppercut" in the boxing gym with my coach Jonathan training me for my fight on Saturday not just any fight it was the Scottish district fight the finals which I reached to with hard work and pain. "keep going you need to be able to keep fit for Saturday jay son" said Jonathan I was so tired after studying all night for exams and going to the gym. I had more interest for Bodybuilding more than I had for boxing, but boxing was necessary after that night when I got attacked by a local gang when I was only 11 years old the revenge has been running and boiling through my blood since these 4 years it something that has to be done, stabbed at the age of 11 is unbelievable I always get flashbacks and could still feel the blade going through
When a person walks into a building to see a live wrestling event they do not know what to expect. They wonder who will be wrestling. They wonder where their seats are. All of the suspense gets them ready for the show. The suspense gets them pumped and ready to for the show to start.
An accomplishment that I achieved came from a failure that occurred my high school freshman year when I went out for the wrestling season. I had never wrestled and I wasn’t a very aggressive person, which made me unset for this type of sport. When I began I would constantly lose, match after match and I would be frustrated yet fine with my loses because it was only my first year. I continued practicing at full effort because I knew that with harder training I would be capable of improving. I ended that season without any wins, yet the experience was amazing, I loved the concept of the sport and felt great about myself going out there and trying something new.
I began martial arts in the summer of 2013, and little did I know that it would become such a major part of my life. The original plan was sole to enroll my younger brother in martial arts, as my mother believed that he needed discipline and routine. However, I desperately wanted to join, and I implored her until she allowed me to try out a free class. I still recollect the nervousness and exhilaration I felt on my first day.
What I remember about the incident that changed my life was at a friends birthday party on a chilly autumn day. It was on a Sunday night, and my friends and I were having the time of our life slurping pho and delicious spicy noodles. Someone suggested that we should box, so we watched each other box one another for about thirty minutes. As a 14 year old boy observing others fight I enjoyed it, but as we enjoyed the fights a friend of mine suggested me to box. Because I never fought someone before in my whole life, I refused to box with them when they asked. Being a coward myself back in middle school, I never stood up for anyone or myself because of fear of getting into trouble. Like a hyena, I was always dashing away and betraying others when a threat or danger approaches me. Whenever someone got in trouble because of me I never stood up for them, and I would let them get scolded instead of me. Back to
There's always one life-altering, mind-blowing, view-changing point in human existence when memory starts. The first substantial memory I hold in my memorial arsenal is the memory of a play day outside with my oldest brother. I remember this day like it were yesterday; the healthy, cared for grass was green as money; the sun was shining like the face of a newly made contest-winning billionaire. My brother and I were masters of outside play, just like a sensei is master to his students.