Ringette... The sport that I live for, the sport I train so hard year after year to play, why? Because I love it, because the feeling when my skates hit the ice is like no other. The U14AA London Lynx team was picked out of 50 players and 5 goalies, it was my first year in London and I was excited to start. I liked playing for Mitchell in the seasons past but I wanted a challenge, I wanted to go places with ringette and I knew London could do that for me. Finally after 4 tryouts I got a phone call from the coach. I had been given a spot on the team. I would hopefully follow in my sisters footsteps. My sister made a AA team a couple years ago. As a result the year after she played for a U16AA national team and traveled to British Columbia to compete against teams from all over Canada. This was always and still is my dream to play for a national team. Now since I am younger than my sister was at the time she played in British Columbia. I have the …show more content…
The zamboni finished, the ice was fresh and we were ready to rip it up. The game was back and forth with many penalties and many screaming parents. We were up in the second period and of course it seemed like time never moved. As the finals seconds were ticking down you could feel the energy in the arena incline. The buzzer finally rang out. We were provincial champions, my dream had come true. I raced at my team and they raced back. We met in the middle in a huge huddle, some already crying and some laughing and screaming. I stood there in shock as everyone hugged each other. I went of the season in my head, I went through all the past games, all the team that would be traveling home right now as they thought of how they could have done better, I thought about the team who had got silver, still a big accomplishment but they would be disappointed as well. Then I thought about my team and how every individual gave in their all out on that ice today. I thought about how proud I was to be a
My whole life I have played a sport. Whether that be soccer, or lacrosse, or field hockey. Playing a sport and being a part of a team was something I always knew how to do. I always knew how to play the sport as a team and not score on your own. My lacrosse team consisted of about 18-19 girls: 6 offenders, 6 defenders, 2 goalies, and the rest were mid-fielders. My favorite position was mid-fielder, I always enjoyed playing all the part that consisted of being on the team. I loved playing both defense and offense, I liked assisting with goals and I also loved stopping goals. My travel team taught me things that I did not learn anywhere else, my team taught me the true importance of teamwork, how to be a leader, or how winning is not always the most important thing.
Some kids that have been playing for a long time got cut. I couldn’t believe it. The next day at practice coach said now that you made the team we are going to have a tryout for who is going to start and make lines according on skill and your ability to work. Every drill I was first, we ran a thing called the stair way to haven, I was first.
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
Once again, the next year, I was on the All-Star team. This time we were all determined to stay in the tournament and win the championship. We started off lousy, though, making four errors in the first game and losing 4-0. We now had to win every game and beat the last team twice. We did defeat every team we went up against, including the team that beat us the first game, and once again ended up in the championship game.
It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task but I knew I could accomplish it.
Dennis Rader worked as an electronic technician; he installed security systems into individuals homes. Rader was the President of the church council of the Christ Lutheran Church and a Boy Scout leader. He was extremely trusted and respected by the community, but he mainly kept to himself. He was a family man and had a wife and two beautiful children,a daughter and a son. Rader chose his victims carefully in order to please his sexual desires and would often watch his victims for several days or weeks to learn their everyday schedules. Once Rader found a woman that he thought was beautiful or who he was sexually attracted to, he’d make them his next target. He would first cut off the telephone line and turn off the family's security system
Every person has something inside them that defines them as an individual. This uniqueness can take many forms and could be visible to the outside world or quietly hidden, deep inside. Passion for something specific is often the guiding factor in developing one’s uniqueness and often in ways that were not foreseen. My love of ice hockey has changed my life in ways that I could not have imagined and has shaped my personal growth. My ability to stop a hockey puck defined me; or so I thought!
...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.
Hockey. A sport I have always loved ever since I was a kid. It was when my dad had taken me to an open ice skate when my hockey life began. I had my first pair of skates as a present when I was four years old. I never really knew of the sport at the time, but now I was able to expirence it. No one was present on the ice as I entered the rink. The cold of the ice ran down my back as I took my first steps on. The cold didn’t stop me though. As I stepped upon the ice, I had a feeling of relief. Hockey is what let me go fast. Always have I been the fastest kid in my class and hockey let me expand on what I loved to do. One stride at a time I went, until I was able to glide upon the ice. My blades of my skates sunk into the ice like a lion tearing at its prey. As the frost beat against my face, I soon realized that I was able to skate. Even though it was all fuzzy in my memory, I remember feeling all types of joy rush all throughout my body. It was the first sign of potential in hockey. It was a first omen.
I have throughout my whole life been playing sports. I still play basketball competitively and now it’s at the university level. Basketball though was not my first love when it came to playing sports. It has though become my true focus since junior high school. Coming from Canada everybody plays hockey. Its almost as if as soon as you learn to walk you learn how to skate. Whether it is at the recreation centre or at the shinny rink around the corner everyone plays. Eventually I abandoned hockey to play basketball which I have done so for the last twelve years of my life and hopefully a few more years into the future.
I had never really been a part of a team that had a chance to win something, but the potential was always there. I finally got my chance to be a part of such a team my sophomore year of track. Mr. Jones, the head track coach, had decided to experiment with some different races to gain more team points. Since the girls' team lacked a medley relay, he placed Cindy, Kim, Susan and I in those spots. Cindy would run the 400, Kim would run the 200, and Susan and I would start the race off by each running the 100. We all had worked viciously to earn those spots by running off against our teammates.
Every single chair in the arena was taken. It was difficult to describe the noise; the cheering fans, couches talking to the players, players chatting to each other, etc. The arena was built to muffle the sound of 1000 people, but that afternoon it was like a sponge that couldn't absorb anymore. Being under so many eyes, brought both fear and motivation to me. This game was unlike other games to me. It was not just regular season game, it seemed like a war for me and I wished to get out of this battlefield with victory. I thrilled to accomplish something so phenomenal as to surpass a record, I was stubborn to be someone unique the "Great One" was. I knew everybody would play their best to win the game and trophy. Once the game started I clenched my hand around the hockey stick and told myself that I have to win this game no matter what happens. The hushing sound made by the skates on the ice was very annoying, but I tried to forget about it and put hundred percent efforts on my game, my "War". When I got the puck bunch of players I began advancing with extraordinary speed, like a jet. The opponent players were rushing toward me like I was their worst enemy. Even though I was fully "armed" but still it was thrilling to stand there get pinched against the glass like a lemon. Bruises from the last game had already made every part of my body sore; getting his by the deadly puck was enough to take of that matter. But I didn't care I wanted to win and touch that trophy. The feeling of having my hand wrapped around the stick gave me more confidence. I was lucky to make some exemplary moves and this caused the crowd to roar. It seemed the stick was a person that I could rely on. The smell of compact air in the arena and the taste of sweat dropping from my nose to my mouth made me feel a little bit dizzy, it gave me the feeling of being in vacuum. There were less than two minutes left to the end of the game and I could see the victory right before my eyes.
I stared at my feet, willing them with all the energy in my little body to propel me further. In my three years of existence, I had never before stepped on the ice, but as my parents like to tell me now, I was a quick learner. Call it a natural affinity for the sport, but I was flying on my own and shaking off my father’s gentle guidance before we even left that night. I fell along the way, of course, but I didn’t cry. Instead, before anyone had even placed a stick in my hands, standing under the dazzling lights in the city centre, I decided I wanted to be a hockey player.
I looked up and it was then that I realized there was a 6'2" defender charging straight at me. I heard my teammate yell “Man on you!”, and not even aware of what I was doing, I quickly cut and dodged the defender for open space. I had my shot, so I took it. It was my first goal of the season! I loved the rush of scoring and wanted to do it more and more. All my teammates congratulating me on my goal made it even more satisfying. I went on in that tournament to score six goals and eight assists in the four games. That tournament was in Albany and a number of college scouts were at the games looking for recruits. I knew at that moment that the competition I was playing with, was enabling me to do something greater than I had ever imagined. At the start of fourth grade, when I first started playing lacrosse, I never thought that I might have the chance to play at the collegiate level. Knowing that there were a hundred other kids in that tournament that could grab the spotlight, I knew I had to step it up and I did. This was the tournament that resulted in letters from three colleges asking that I consider them and their lacrosse program. The last game of the day at this tournament was a great example of how competition changed me.