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Name-Colby Section-C Game Day COLBY GET ON THE BUS!!
I got on to the bus as fast as I could. I can’t believe we were going to play our rivals for the championship. We were on our way to go to Lake City to play the Titans. It seemed that we were missing somebody but we weren’t. Coach took a head count of the team and we all were on the bus accept for Alex, he broke his foot earlier in the season. Alex and his mom were following us in her van. When Alex got hurt we were lucky to make it to the championship. Alex was our star running back. Him and I were unstoppable when we were about to score. Alex and I are the best of friends. We have been friends since fourth grade. I told him to try football and he did, but he liked soccer. We made a deal I went out for soccer for a year, but he had to go out for football. Ever since he has went out for football. Alex and I have gone out for football for four years and they have been the best four years ever. The bus ride took forever, it seemed like it. The bus so noisy everybody had to yell to be heard. The coach couldn’t even hear the bus driver, and he was right next to the bus driver. We were finally there in Lake City. When we got into the locker room coach said, “Win or lose I want you to play your heart out and no matter what we will leave with our heads held high”. We meet in the hall and somebody on the other team says something nasty, they said, “You guys are going down today”. I wished everybody “good luck today” and “make the better team
win”.
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
And on the first play we fumbled the ball and they recovered and they got a touchdown. We all moaned but then coach Zambardi yelled “ Let's go, pick your heads you still did a great job”, and it worked! It was the 4th quarter it was the last 12:00 minutes and the score was tied up and then the referee's ear piercing whistle blew and we were all startled! Then I heard my favorite sound, the crunching of peoples pads and helmets hitting each other. Plays and plays went by and we gained 7 yards, 9 yards, 5 yards and ect. The score was 12 to 6 and we were loosing . There was 6 seconds left in the fourth quarter and for us to win the trophy game we needed a touchdown desperately! Everyone including me thought we were going to lose the trophy game. We huddled and Zach blurted out some play like “37 crisscross”. We hustled up to the line and dug our hands in the turf. Down, ready, set, go Zach yelled. We all fired off the line like the racing dogs being released from their kennels! Zach ran back and threw an amazing pass to Donato, and amazingly he caught and sprinted to the goal line! The crowd gasped and then started cheering loudly. But before we jump to the main conclusions we still had to make the extra point. We kicked a 25 yard field goal and strikingly the ball flew through the air and went right throught the goal posts. We tore off our helmets and put them in the air. The coaches and parents were extremely happy
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.
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
One December morning, right before Christmas break, I was talking with a friend when our football coach came over to talk to us. I really respected and admired my coach and we always got along very well. My coach told us he was leaving Melbourne Central High School to go work in California. I had no idea what to say. I was in utter disbelief I was barely able to mutter a simple "Good Luck". One of my goals for the upcoming year was to have a good football season, just for my coach, because I really felt he deserved it. Most days I would have lunch with the coach where we would talk not only about football but also life and current events. When he left, I lost not only a coach but a friend and mentor. I knew I would always miss him. I did not believe that his departure, however, would threaten my football career or my love of playing. I was wrong.
As I looked at the scoreboard all I was focusing on was the running clock…25...24...23...22... "One last play and this things over" I said to my teammates in the huddle. "The easiest play in all of football baby!" RJ exclaimed to me. 18…17…16...15 I ran up to the line, a sigh over relief came over me. I knew I did it again. "HIKE!" And all I had to do was take a knee. 12... 10.... 8... 6...4...2...1. Game over, 55-49. In my head all I could think about was the MVP of the game: ME.
To say that football has been a big part of my life would be a gross understatement. I still remember when, in 2nd grade, I walked onto the field in my comically small gear and had my first practice. Now, senior year, the last game of my ten year career is over. Crushing defeat. Sedro-Woolley walloped our undersized team 42-6. After that game I cried. I cried not because we lost, but because football, for me, was over. Looking back objectively I should have been glad it was done, we were not what you would call a winning team. My senior year was the first time we had won more than a single game in years. But in that moment, and now, that is
I no longer played on a team with my best friends since childhood, I was no longer a fullback, and I was no longer a bulldog. I had moved across the street into the town that I had grown up wanting to beat all my life. Now I found myself in a blue uniform playing quarterback with guys I had only met a few weeks prior to our first game. I was a stranger, in the town I had despised growing up, leading a team that I didn’t know. The following year I expected to be better and it was for the most part. However, there was one team on the schedule that I was specifically looking forward to. That game was one of the most hard fought I had ever played in. It was a physical battle, and in the end my team emerged victorious. My new team that
“It looks like we have great tickets to the game today,” my dad said as he opened up the tickets to the Illinois vs. Arizona State football game. We were going to be taking a three-hour drive to Champaign-Urbana, Illinois to go watch the game. I was super excited. I love Illinois’s campus. We were going to be going with our family friends Joe and Justin, and there father. Joe and Justin were both looking into colleges to go to. They were at our house with us when we looked at the tickets, we were about to go to the game. “Wow,” Joe said as he looked at the tickets “this should be a great game if Illinois could pull off the win!” “Yah,” Justin replied super excited for what the day might be bringing him. We all piled into the car. My dad started the car and started driving. I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen today. I had been a big Illinois fan ever since I could talk. We all started telling each other funny stories of different embarrassing things that had happened to us. We all started laughing when all of a sudden my dad interrupted me telling everyone one of my stories, ...
Riley, our starting quarterback, placed his hands on the helmet of the right tackle, as he did every play. He called the play looking straight into my eyes signaling the pass was coming to me. My entire body tingled with excitement as I ran to the left of the field. I could feel my cleats dig into the soft, freshly cut field as I took my stance. I looked up into the sky seeing only white lights which created the stage for the football field. As I brought my head down slowly to see the white eyes of the defender across from me, my heart beat slowed and I was still, in peace for the short moment. The quarterback hiked the ball and I began in pursuit; shifting, juking to get away from my defender. We were side-by-side running down the field as the ball was thrown into the air, coming strait to me. I jumped up and became airborne, snagging it from the lit up, night sky. Falling back with the ball secured into my arms, I felt my defenders full weight push into my left leg. A snap rang out as we hit the ground together and I looked down to see a large bump sticking straight left out of my
It was November 1st and it was the day of my last volleyball game. I ran into my friend Eri and we started talking about the game later that day. It was against Tunkhannock. They were the best volleyball team from our area, and wouldn’t you know it on our senior night we had to play against them. Senior night was the one night where the seniors were recognized, whether they were good or not. The whole day the team was joking about how much we would lose by against our rival team. In a game to fifteen we thought we would end up owing them points.
Saturday was where it all started! Fresh cut green grass with the untouched freshly painted lines, perfect painted team logo right in the middle of the field. One O’clock rolls around the High School stadium is quite, We start to roll in on the bus. We begin to get together in the locker room, we are about to take the field to warm up. We are all dressed in our gear and ready for the game. It’s almost game time, the fans are beginning to fill the stadium, everyone dressed up in their gear and ready for the game to start. It’s 1:30 the captains from both teams meet in the middle of the field ready for the coin toss. It's game time!
I often think of Robert Frost’s phrase, “I took the road less traveled by” when brushing against dirt, rocks, or grass on a trail. While following a single stretch of a path, whether that road leads in a curve or in a straight line, I notice a myriad of branches to trails that I normally classify as detours. Is that what Robert Frost means when he says he traveled a road less traveled by others?
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
During the entire three years in high school, the bus always was my main transportation. I needed to take it to school and take it home. If you wanted to count how many times I took the bus, it would definitely be plenty. Therefore, I had many different experiences on the bus. As you know, high school bus always has many interesting events that rake place. Among those special experiences, there’s one that happened when I was a junior in high school on my way to school. It was a very interesting one, so that I still remember it until now.