All of our hearts dropped, we could not believe what just happened. We all had high hopes during the beginning of the game and they just came crashing down because of one goal. It was the state Championship game. We had to win this game to go to Nationals. If we didn’t we were out and our hockey season was over. We were in overtime with the game on the line and everyone’s hearts were racing It was the championship game, everything was on the line. No one on our team was holding anything back. It was due or die time. If we lost, we got sent home and if we won we would go to nationals and continue to play. It was the biggest game of our whole entire season. All the games before this one did not matter, this was the only important one to us. The …show more content…
Even some of the toughest guys on the team were in bawling their eyes out. It started to set in for me when I finally realized that this may be the last time I play with my teammates again. I realized that I might not see some of my best friends on that team ever again. It was really tough for me to let that set in, but I had to accept it. It was like I was losing twenty of my closest brothers. Some of the guys took their frustration and anger out by breaking their sticks and throwing their gear everywhere while others just sat there and wondered how did this possibly happen. It felt very surreal, like I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming. It all felt like it happened so fast. At one moment, we were at the rink getting ready for our game and then next thing you know we are in the locker room crying our eyes out, thinking whether we will see each other again. As we started to exit the locker room many of us were still in tears. We embraced our parents that showed up to our game for relief. It was really tough saying our last goodbyes. After every hug and goodbye, I would think of all the memories I had with him. I didn’t want to leave the arena, I just wanted to stay with my brothers for a little longer. My mother had to drag me out of the arena, that’s how unwilling I
The first day we got there we had started off so wrong by arguing. We weren’t doing well and we argued most of the time. Us as a team, we honestly made ourselves look bad in front of the coordinators and other teams that were watching us. The coaches had given us a real big pep talking about sticking together as a team to make us better. Although we didn’t think we needed it, it actually
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
Losing the game for our game must have been one of the most terrible feelings ever. I was so devastated for some time, yet I realized that I needed to get over it and use it as inspiration. Ever since then I’ve trained so hard to get back to state and redeem
To this day, this game haunts me and sometimes I find it hard to sleep at night because I am too busy thinking of what should have been. Looking back, the way to describe the ending to my senior season is disappointment; not only in myself, but in my entire team. Being the only senior it felt like more of betrayal than anything. It felt like my teammates knew they had more than a second chance to redeem themselves so they were not as heartbroken and sympathetic towards the loss and towards
It 's the day before my last high school varsity basketball game as a senior… Wow four years went by this fast who would have imagined this day would have came. All day I was thinking about the season ending. This game meant everything to me, it wasn 't any ordinary game. It 's a section game! Win or go home.. With it being my last high school game I wanted to close the chapter knowing I gave it my all. Practice was probably the most intense it 's ever been for me. Emotions were flaring and we were all on the grind.
Friday night rolled around, it was the game we had all been working so hard for. Knowing we were seniors, we knew it would be the end of the journey.
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
It took me a while to recover from the crushing loss. I didn't talk to anybody the rest of the day, and pretty much kept to myself. Charlie, James, and Kyle cheered me up a little with their wins in the finals. I almost forgot about the match completely when James won state, but afterwards it all came back to me. The match still haunts me today, but I think that it will do more good than harm. It will make me work harder this year to make sure that I don't get put in a situation like that again, and if I do then I will remember how bad it was to lose to someone that shouldn't have beat me. I'm convinced that it will make me work that much harder not to let it happen again. I got fourth at state as a Junior, which is pretty good, but that match will remain in my memory forever, and it will make me shoot for bigger and better things this year.
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
It all started when I got on the Ice. I thought It was going to be another hockey practice...but I was wrong. This practice would end with a bloody mess. Let’s just say, I'm glad that the other catch from the other team was a doctor. My friends and I were messing around in the locker room while we were getting ready for practice. I like getting ready for hockey practice it normally is fun, or I at least just try to have fun. If we do the drill wrong, we have to skate ten laps around the rank, but the bad thing is it is an olympic rank so it is bigger then are normally rank.
Watching the New York Rangers with my dad became he and my mom watching me shoot a soccer ball or run a sprint. At the age of nine that all changed, my father passed away suddenly from a heart attack and all of the comforts and stability I had were jerked into turmoil. As the only third grader in my class with one parent, life started to feel very lonely. Even at such a young age I remember the feeling of my confidence and all sense of normal slipping through my grasp and the gaping hole in my gut that was getting larger each day.
TRAPPED IN THE PAINT It started out like any other tournament. Wake up at 7p.m., eat breakfast, brush my teeth, get ready, and put on my basketball clothes on and went to basketball practice. Shoes scraping the surface of the court, hands slapping basketballs, basketballs merely making it into the basket, i was glad to be in my second home. I saw some of my teammates and said “are y’all ready for the big tournament?’’ Tournaments are usually a breeze to us, since we win every time.
I was sad but didn’t give up. I got the next 3 batters out and the inning was over. Our coach made us hudle around each other and told us that we shouldn’t give up yet. We had to keep fighting and had to get a rally going. We were all fired up.