The whistle screamed, and everyone’s attention shifted to the authorities. Shouting, insults, and criticism flooded the field, and I cautiously observed the belligerent outbursts of the spectators, I realized their anger and irritation was directed towards me. Rightly so, as I am doing my job. Officiating, serving as a referee for youth lacrosse, has a one goal: to be a fair judge. With this task fair is not always the popular choice to make. Serving as an official has helped shaped me into a strong-willed person, finishing what I start and standing up for a cause I believe in.
In my first game as an official, I was subjected to challenges different than what I had previously experienced. When I walked out to the center of the field, my heart started to race and I could feel the spectator’s penetrating gaze rain on me. The pressure of the
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As I continued to conduct the game, a parent had began to antagonize me about my judgements. Being new to officiating, I did not know how to handle the situation, I decided to stay focused on the game. My efforts were futile as the parent continued to yell and distract my focus. All of the sudden, like a train, a player on the field takes a full sprint at a player of the opposing team and collides with him, tossing the little aspiring athlete off his feet into the air and crashing down into the soil. Consequently, I threw my flag while blowing my whistle, bringing the play to a stop along with complete silence. Quickly, I needed to make my call, with many penalties coming to mind I choose the first I could decide on, illegal body check. Once I relayed the call, the incessant father loses his sense of rational thought and begins to scream and curse at me, questioning my call.
It’s Saturday Night, the crowd gone wild with an epic hit on the opposing team. The occasional drunk sitting next to you, as your kids enjoy delicious Dipping Dots. Right as the momentum is swinging towards the home team, a penalty is called. A powerplay opportunity is awarded to the defending team. With the home team fighting with all their might to defend from a goal, down 4 on 5, they run around like chickens with their heads chopped off, trying to get the puck out of their zone. Then when everything seems to simmer down, a fight breaks between the bulkiest guys on each team, punches being thrown, blood spattering across the ice. In hockey today, there are two main leagues in the United states: the NHL, and USA Hockey. Just like in any game, there are basic rules that must be followed. In these two leagues there are similarities and differences in basic “golden” rules, benefits from playing, and the official’s code of conduct.
Growing up I was a catcher, and the rules that I learned my freshman year were not the rules that I followed by my senior year. Freshman year I was allowed to stand at home plate. The rule had changed for me having to stand in front of home plate and avoid any type of unnecessary contact with the runner. These new rules took effect because of the many players that were injured during collisions at home plate that have resulted in major injuries. During a game my freshman year, a batter hit the ball deep into the outfield, causing my team the need to relay the ball into me. As I got the ball the runner was getting closer and closer to me while not slowing down while I am waiting for her to reach home plate. Ultimately we collided and though she was unharmed, I developed a concussion and had to sit out for the rest of the
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
Before the start of the game I was told to guard their best receiver because nobody else could keep up with him. Even though i was fast, I was definitely not as fast as him. He was like lightning, speeding past me and making quick, subtle turns that were hard to predict. I was so tired from guarding him all game that by the end of the first half I felt like collapsing. When they hiked the ball, I made sure that I tried my best to stop him from getting the ball. Without failing to surprise me, he predicted my next move and feinted left and then turning right. I fell for the trick, and his quarterback threw the ball to him. He caught it and started running down the field. I sprinted after him. I put the rest of my energy into this run. As I got closer and closer to him, an idea formed in my head. When I got close enough I would dive for his flag, hoping to pull it before he reached the end zone. It was not a very intelligent idea, but it could’ve worked. When I was almost touching him, I dove. I missed the flag by millimeters. As I hit the ground I heard a loud ‘POP’ in my shoulder. Instantly I knew that I had broken a
Positive character development has been assumed by parents as they sign their children up for belonging to teams in youth sports. Yet, there are examples described by Peter Cary in an article about Fred Engh, a founder of the National Alliance for Youth Sports. In these examples, Engh relates some of the ugliest episodes of adult interactions such as coaches yelling at and belittling players into tears, parents physically assaulting umpires and officials in the full view of kids, adults intimidating or threatening young players because of perceived on-field failures (par. 1).
Not only do sports offer many opportunities, but they also create an “illusion of innocence.” On the field, the players are the stars of the show. They are the best. They are the role models. They are innocent. All the spectators look at these players as if they are superheroes when they are
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.
McMahon, R. (November 2006). Parents, coaches who need time-outs. Adult violence at kids' sports sets a terrible example. Retrieved February 2011 from SFGate.com Website: www.sfgate.com.
Up until this year, before taking the class intermediate composition, I thought I was a terrible writer. I was right. Writing isn’t something that I enjoy doing, nor am I good at. Writing is difficult for me because I’m not very good at explaining things in a professional manner, that can be easily well written. While writing you are expected to make little to no mistakes, which is not something I’m great at. I am so much better at explaining things with verbal words rather than written words. I had not taken any extra writing classes before this year rather than the mandatory ones. Like I had stated before, I hate writing, with a passion. I dread writing anything, especially an essay for school, like this one. I’m
As I saw the wind blow through the grass, I thought about how I wanted this game to be the best one. I tasted the anger in my mouth as I heard the ref blow her whistle. She had long, red, hair tied up in a ponytail. The ref pointed in the direction of our goal, and I gulped. The entire Saline Field Hockey team rushed away in fear of breaking the rule of 5 yards.
Initial Reflective Essay When I first thought of what I wanted to do with my life after college, the first thing I thought of was helping people. The next step in deciding what I wanted to do with my life was to examine how I could accomplish this goal. I started pondering and I was thinking about how much I love to take care of my body. Health care and personal hygiene has always been an important factor in my life. So I decided to major in Health Sciences.
With football coming to life, there had to be a person or multiple people officiating the game to ensure that the players did not break the rules and keep the playing field even. When any sport comes to my mind, the first thing that comes to my mind is the players, then the game and then the people that are reffing the game. When the game of football is fully laid out, the persons who determine the game and keep it in line are always going to be cautious on what to call. There have been times that, as a referee, you are the one that can make or break the game. The referee has a very simple job, to make sure the game goes well and that the game is played correctly.
The first four weeks of CR510 have prompted this student to reflect on her years of teaching in the public school setting. Having experienced many similar complexities to the ones in the text, this student is sympathetic to the challenges facing those in the education system and is eager to find opportunities to offer a better solution for all involved. CR510 has strengthened this student's belief that a third party neutral can provide valuable benefits to educational systems at all levels.
The play was "Red 334"which is a run to our halfback, me, out of our dive series. I crouched over the ball as I jetted past the quarterback and ran the play so we could observe the changes we needed to make. I let out a sigh of relief because we were finished with the most dreaded part of practice; well, only until someone complained about not knowing their job on one of our pass plays. Coach Nelson undoubtedly decided we needed to run through the final pass play before we perfected our defense. The play was quietly called in the huddle with intentions of getting it right. I ran the play through my mind while I tried to remember what the snap count was and what I was supposed to do for that play. The ball was snapped and I jolted to the left of our team's quarterback to set up his backside protection. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed the defensive end raging toward the quarterback. I intensely stepped into him while lowering my body and exploded through his shoulder pads sending him stumbling into the line's pass protection.
During the beginning of the season, one of the football players was running a route and jumped to catch a football and landed awkwardly. My preceptor and I immediately