I am a lacrosse player and being a part of my high school team was everything to me. I loved the game and the feeling of being part of a team. However, my junior year was tough as I suffered a serious injury that forced me to sit out for most of the season. I was devastated and felt like I had let my team down. But as time went on, I found new ways to contribute and become a leader on the sidelines. I remember the day of the injury, like it was yesterday. We were playing our biggest rivals, and the game was tied with only a few minutes left. I had the ball and was driving towards the goal when I was checked from behind. I fell awkwardly and felt a sharp pain in my knee. I knew right away that it was bad. The next thing I knew, I was being carried off the field on a stretcher. …show more content…
I had to go through surgery and then months of physical therapy. I was unable to play, and it was hard to watch my teammates on the field without me. But I was determined to still be a part of the team and contribute in any way I could. I started attending all the practices and games, cheering my team on from the sidelines. At first, it was hard to watch the game without being able to play, but I soon realized that I could still be a leader on the team. I would take notes during games and practices and offer feedback to my teammates. I would also help organize team events and encourage my teammates to stay positive and motivated. As the season went on, I grew to be a leader on the sidelines. My teammates would come to me for advice and support, and I felt like I was making a difference, even though I couldn't play. I learned that being a leader isn't just about being on the field and making big plays. It's about being there for your team and helping them in any way you
It all started freshman year of high school. I really wanted to get involved in some kind of sport or club. I couldn’t decide what to do. Many people said I should join the lacrosse team and my response was “I have never played before, how am I suppose to make the team”. I always had an interest in lacrosse however I was scared to go out and buy all the expensive equipment and not make the team.. I went home that night and asked my parents what I should do. My dad encouraged me to go out and try. He said it doesn’t hurt to try. That next morning of school, I raced to the athletic office and signed up for lacrosse, and when that bell rang after school I went to the lacrosse store nearest to me and bought all of the gear so that I could make the first tryout. The fist tryout was the day after I bought all of the gear.
I had Just got done with lacrosse practice and about to walk down to the car when all of the sudden a pink fluffy polar bear flew down and grabbed me and threw me onto its back i was actually not scared i enjoyed this odd ride when all of the sudden i saw a shiny silver tiny… peanut! It smiled a weird peanut smile and jumped into my ear and wisped a date. 2024 all i did was nod my head and poof we turned the oddest yellow in the world! We vanished the last thing i remembered was a purple and green monkey staring back at me.
All of a sudden, he was running for his life. At least, that’s what it had felt like to him. After all, lacrosse was his life. He was playing for his future tonight. The second the ball went into play, he felt the familiar and almost comforting rush of adrenaline seeping into his veins. He chased after the ball like it was the only thing in the world that mattered, and right then, it was. Scouts from three different National Lacrosse League teams were here tonight in this stadium, all watching this game. His game. Tonight was his best and maybe only chance to prove that he was worth something, that he was more than just a nobody with anger issues and an attitude problem.
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.
Probably one of the most important decisions I've made in my life happened this year. The decision was me , choosing whether i wanted to do drumline or play hockey. As a freshman going into the first year of highschool, it lead me to think of plenty of things. But one important fact that stuck out was me deciding if I wanted to pursue music or sports. As a freshman , I knew that I couldn't balance sports and marching band at the same time. Rehearsal for marching band happened everyday after school until 5 pm. I knew I couldn't do homework and study for tests with only 3 hours if hockey started at 9. So, I made the decision of choosing drumline over hockey. Not only would it help me balance my time doing homework, it would also help me on my
We did a lot of stuff together; we were practically brothers. But one time during our championship game against our rival school, our captain got into an accident and was unable to continue the game. I remember that game like it was just yesterday, when my friends and I played the most memorable game ever. The game started out with our team losing; our opponents were tough; they had strong defense and sharp offence. But that didn’t break our fighting spirit. Our captain told us to keep calm and not give up, no matter what. As the momentum of the game shifted to a tie, our captain was badly injured in an accident just before it was called half time. In the team dug out, our captain told me that it was up to me to lead the team to victory. I was scared bearing that kind of burden, but our captain reassured me that it would be okay and that he believed in me. And so I went and tried my best, but reality was much different than my expectations. Our opponent’s defense was impenetrable; we tried and tried, but it seemed futile. But I didn’t give up; our captain believed in me, he put the burden of winning the game on my shoulders after all. And then it happened; one of my teammates, Robel, had the
I love volleyball even though it has not always been easy. I have had a lot of problems during my volleyball journey that have helped me grow physically, mentally, and spiritually. I started playing volleyball in fifth grade on the middle school team and am now playing on JV. I did not get a lot of playing time when I first started, but I practiced and learned the basics of the game. I developed a love for the game with a great group of girls that I looked up to, during my first season. I have not always had the best team and coach, though.
Fear: an unpleasant emotion caused by the notion that someone or something is perilous, liable to cause pain, or a threat.
Tearing my ACL may not appear to be a failure in most people’s eyes, but to me it was horrifying and a complete let down to myself, as well as others. I worked very hard in the off season and was prepared to be a varsity starter in the spring. The first game came upon us very quickly and I was ecstatic to be on the starting lineup. I had enormously high hopes and wanted to prove my worth to the team and well as the coaches. The game started out as a brutal battle against our greatest rival Walsh, of which many of the opposing players I once played with, but we all played our hearts out. It was towards the middle of the third quarter, and we were down sixteen to six. The game was essentially over at this point, and we had no real chance of coming back to a ten point deficit. I continued to play hard as I still had hope and wanted to prove a point to the Walsh players who once went to
Both teams are fighting for the win, only one point away, my adrenaline starts to run. I have adapted to live for the rush that comes with playing a sport. Volleyball has definitely been an outlet for me when it comes to school, family, and simply anything else. I have been on my high school volleyball team since freshman year. Although I loved playing, each year I struggled finding a balance between school and practice. I never let the struggle bring me down. I stayed committed to school and stayed on top on my assignments. I will admit there were times that i thought I couldn't do it anymore but i knew that to continue playing i needed to keep my grades up.
Lacrosse, the sport I have been playing since 4th grade, is my most beloved activity and I play almost every single day. I remember the first day my dad took me to my first camp. I was nervous and craven because I had no idea what I was doing, also it didn't help that I didn’t know anyone there. After the first couple of day’s I started to understand the sport and its rules. On the last day of camp, one of the coaches came up to me and said “You became used to the way you are supposed to handle the stick really quickly. You should continue to play and you will become really good.” When he said this, I started to work hard with hours of training, commitment and dedication. After a couple of months of training, I tried out for my local club
Two seconds, that’s all it takes to change a game of hockey. As a student that grew up in Pittsburgh, I have loved hockey since I was little. It is a sport that makes me lose track of time. Hockey is captivating because players are practically skating on knives at ridiculous speeds, while holding a stick. At the same time, they are being checked and thrown into the boards. Doing this only to attempt to get a small rubber disk, traveling upwards of one hundred miles per hour, in a net covered by a goaltender.
I went to the games to watch my friends play, but seeing everyone on the field playing the games I love made me wistful. A few months later, at the beginning of my sophomore year, I was released from playing. Not even a month later I tore my other ACL, but this time was different. Another girl on my team also tore her ACL. This time I did not feel alone, with us both being hurt, we spent a large amount of time together.
Today, in the 21st century, the common depiction of a hockey player is a conceited, selfish, arrogant kid caught up in his own appearance. Although in some instances this is true, in most scenarios these assumptions are not the case. Throughout my entire life I have strove to be above this common mold of hockey players, even student-athletes in that sense. Over the course of my life I have been faced with the challenge of proving myself to people, especially when I first arrived at Dexter Southfield, which has a community highly influenced by hockey. One major challenge I faced when entering the school was that I was assumed to be like the rest of my teammates, and my job was to prove to the rest of my peers that I was different than the rest.
I have played CYC soccer and volleyball for as long as I can remember, and I have always loved how players of all skill levels and competitiveness play together and learn to lose gracefully and win humbly. My coaches taught me at a young age to be nice to the other team, respectful to the referees, and a supportive teammate. It was not until I got older that I really understood what it all meant. We started playing teams that were very competitive and were dead set on winning all the time. I realized then that it did not matter to me if we won or lost; to me as long as we were having fun as a team, we shouldn’t worry about the score.