I’m nervous. I’m sweating. I’m at the NHL draft and I’m about to be drafted to my dream team, the Washington Capitals. The Capitals had the first overall pick this year and I had the best statistics than anyone that was here. The draft manager called on the the team coach, Barry Trotz, to pick a new player and he pointed right at me. I couldn't believe it! I was in. Once the drafts for the day was over, I went over to my new coach to say thanks. I was really excited to play with my new teammates.
Today was the first team practice this season and I couldn't wait to talk and meet with my new friends. The practice was held in the morning at Kettler Capitals Iceplex. The locker room was nicer than I thought and I got to have my own locker with my name engraved on the top. The first player I met that morning was Alexander Ovechkin, a seven-time all-star and the captain of
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The coach talked for about thirty minutes until we came out on the ice at the Verizon Center and saw hundreds of fans cheering us. My coach had put me on the first line, which meant that I was playing first. As soon as the referee dropped the puck, the whole ice was filled with large noises. Me and my teammates passed the puck until we got into our offensive zone. My teammates faked a shot and passed it to me right in front of the goal. It was my chance. I shot the puck as hard as I could and aimed it right above the goalie’s glove. The fans were on their feet, cheering me on. The puck rolled right off of the goalie’s hand and into the net. I had just scored my first career goal at the professional level on my first time. My teammates came over to hug me and the whole stadium was screaming with joy. This was the best moment of my life. As the game went on, I scored another goal and we won two to one. The whole team high-fived me in the locker. I felt really happy that I was able to help my
All I remember was all the girls on my team screaming and running towards me. Luckily, I was at the right place at the right time and headed the ball into the net. I scored the winning goal and it felt amazing. We won the championship!
I walk into the rink and I see my teammates sitting in a circle not talking, just slowly eating their carefully planned out carbohydrate loaded breakfast. I sit in the circle and look around as they all give me reassuring looks. I say nothing as I slowly eat my bagel and raisons; I am just thinking about the task in hand. When everyone is done eating the coach orders us to the locker room. Twenty, young, determined hockey players file into the Shaker Raiders locker room, sit down quietly and patiently wait for the coach to make his speech.
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
We were playing against the McAllen High School. I was a starter post on the team we were losing by 10 the first half of the game. We had 5 minutes of halftime the team and I were so upset that we were losing so we decided to pray to gain our confidence back. Once halftime was over starting five went back in we started well with defense once again, we stole some passes, but didn’t make all baskets to catch up to. Until last quarter I made 12 points and I was so happy to make 12 points for the to catch up against our opponent. Our team was still a few behind at the end of the game we didn’t win but I was proud of myself for making those 12 points for the team even if we did not win. My teammates and coaches were so proud of all of us not just me but of each one us for working together not to lose by a lot and not making ourselves look like fools. It was the first since tournaments that I realized that we had a great team that would support each other during a game. Success comes from people who believe in you and support you through things you go through. Success is nor found nor is it a miracle, success is created by you own self from being prepared of how to succeed in life and how you are going to get there because you cannot find success you have to make success find you in. Success is not miracle to be success is something thst
...slapshot from the point. Two minutes later the puck broke loose from one of the other team's defensman and landed on our most talented player’s stick. He is not only as fast as lightning but can also stick handle around any NHL team blindfolded. He made a quick move to the left, and then to the right. He took the shot which went top shelf on the right side. The second I saw the net move I knew we had done it. The underdog team defeated the 1st ranked team in the state championship game for Missouri high school hockey. An uproar from the mob of people could have been heard from two miles away. I couldn’t believe we had done it. We beat the odds, and took the cup. I felt shivers travel down my bruised and cut body. The hard work did pay off, for we had done it. The tears were flowing like the water dropping from the Niagara Falls. We were State Champions.
I woke up and got dressed for the game, I put on my shorts, gathered all my equipment, and made a game plan for the big game. I thought to myself, “I need to play the best game of my life and never quit.” I went downstairs and heard a car honking outside. I went to the door, put on my cleats, and went outside. My friend George and I got out of the car and put on our equipment, and went to start practicing. I was the goalie so of course I have the biggest responsibility on the field. I knew I had to step up and make a lot of saves.
Our All-Star team made it to State which was held in the warm July sun down in Terre Haute, Indiana. Pete, a short red haired kid was my best friend at the time, he would play second base and I would be the shortstop, we were the best two players on the team and we always had each other’s back. Before our first game at State, Pete and I always did our handshake but this time it felt more special because we were both so hype and caught up in the moment that all I remember him saying was “It’s your world. Get on base and let me hit you in, let’s go!” I was always the number one hitter and Pete was number two, the best two baseball players, so we were the ones carrying the team. To start off the game, I hit a double off the wall, pointed at the dugout and my teammates went crazy. The families in the stands started chanting, and it felt like I was on top of the world. Next batter is Pete, he gets a fastball over the plate and belts it into right field, I score and start clapping and our team is going ballistic as we started the game off to a quick 1-0 start. We all thought we had this game in the bag. After the top of the first we were on defense. Our best pitcher was on the mound and everyone in
The scariest thing that I have ever experienced was dislocating my knee during my high school basketball game. While attending Forestview High in 2013 the second game of the season, I acquired my knee injury against Highland Tech. I was very excited about the game because I worked very hard to take a senior spot and was finally getting the opportunity that I was waiting for. Everyday during practice, I gave my all, all the blood, sweat, and tears that I experienced I just knew it was my time. Tuesday, November 22 we get to Highland, warm up, and finally it's time for tip-off. The first quarter I get off to a rough start getting all the jitters out. Second quarter arrives, then I began to get the feel of the game. As I penetrated down the lane after hitting a mean crossover, I came to a jump stop
For thirteen years I have played the game of hockey. I have played hockey for more years in my life than I have without playing hockey, yet my career and favorite activity will soon come to an end. I have played with many different teams and many different players in my hockey career and I made sure to make memories with each and every moment. I have some of my best memories, as well as my worst while traveling for and playing hockey. Some teams have been great as well as the players, but the past three years have been the most memorable of them all.
Finally, I’m home after a full week of tryouts. One full week of hard work and lots of soreness. I just sat in front of the computer screen. I had dinner there and watched T.V from there. I was just waiting the moment for coach to put up the numbers of the people who had made the team online. I was nervous but confident, I felt that I tried my best and gave it all I could and actually felt like coach liked me. Especially because after the last session he said, “Great job. I see your passing and shooting are really good and I like that.” When I heard those words come out of his mouth I felt that I had automatically made the soccer squad.
Ever since I was a little boy, about eight years old or so, I had an extreme passion for the sport of basketball. On weekends, I would wake up in the morning, eat a bowl of frosted flakes or cheerios, put on basketball shorts and then go in my driveway to shoot around. I would be out there for hours just shooting around or playing with some random kids that I would occasionally see walking around my neighborhood. This was satisfaction to me, but even better was playing on multiple public teams and not just playing in my driveway every day. In elementary school, I played in a recreational league, just like almost every other kid who tries out basketball when they were younger. This was fun and all but it was nothing too serious. There were never any practices, it was just one or two unorganized games per week. I never took
“Mom and Dad I’m going to play field hockey.” My parents both looked at me with excitement and confusion. Confused to as why field hockey when I had been a cheerleader for eight years. Excited that I was stepping out of my comfort zone to try new things. I decided that cheerleading just wasn’t as satisfying as in once was. I heard such good things about field hockey and though it would be something I would like and be good at. Really how hard could it here? I came to realize on my third day of tryouts that I may have stepped too far out of my comfort zone. However, my coaches and teammates saw something special in me. The encouragement from my team and parents made me strive to be better each time I went to practice.
The opposing team just made a crucial shot to give them the lead by two with 20 seconds left in the game. Now, it was our possession and there were no timeouts left to strategize. Sweat was dripping down the side of my face, my heart was racing, but my mind was completely focused on nothing but the game at hand. As I dribbled the ball down the court, I looked for my teammates but all of them were heavily guarded by the opposing team. I noticed the girl, who was guarding me, gradually backing up as she was anticipating my move to drive to the basket; so instead I squared up with my feet behind the three-point line and with the game on the line, I took the shot. The entire gym, which was jam-packed, went totally silent. The ball didn’t even touch the rim, it went straight through, nothing but net. My team ran up to me and the stands erupted in celebration. I am far from a sore winner but seeing the opposing team, who were disappointed and heavy-hearted, added to the many sensational feelings and thoughts running throughout my body.
The ball was a shooting star as it cut through the air. It was going, going, GONE, over the green fence for a home run! I flew around the bases like a cat chasing a mouse as the adrenaline pumped through my veins. A group of blue shirts greeted me at home plate, cheering and jumping up and down, as a cloud of dirt circled around us in the air. My coach snuck up from behind me with a jug of ice water and poured it all over my sweaty uniform. My body was an ice cube, but I was so excited that I did not seem to mind. Then the tall, skinny commissioner of the league named Earl came up to me and my teammates and presented us with a massive golden trophy. I stood in front of the cheering fans and thought for a moment. All of this came from a swing and a hit, all of this came from a swing and a
Next, we went down to the bleachers and watched the rest of the teams from our section. I was amazed at how good their routines were and how many people were on their’ teams. Before I knew it the awards ceremony was up. We got down from the bleachers and sat in a circle on the gym floor. Surround by about twenty other teams sitting exactly like we were. My heart was pulsing loudly, and my hands were shaking. I was super nervous. The announcer said,” In 3rd place, the team from Decorah.” Everyone cheered. Once it is quiet again he said,” In 2nd place the team from Cresco.” Then after everyone was done cheering the announcer said,” Drumroll please.” We all started a drumroll loudly on the floor. Then he said, “ In first place…” Everyone went silent from the anticipation. The gym was still. It's not going to be our team we did our best that is what matters. Then he finished “, The team from West Union!” I immediately jumped up and started hugging everyone around me. “ I can’t believe we won!” I said to the person next to