“Thump, Thump” my heart was bursting out of my chest I was so nervous. It was a couple of years ago when I joined a team called Hoopla. My dad came to me one winter day and suggested I try out for this traveling to called hoopla. I didn't know what to think of it, I have never been on a traveling team before. I told him that I would think about it and get back to him the next day, the day came and I told decided to try it. The day came and the whole way down to the tryout I was as scared as a turkey in November! The tryouts were at a school in Sioux city. As soon as I walked in the door, I smelled sweat and I wanted to leave. I started to sweat before I even started playing, I saw so many girls from 3rd to 11th grade. I didn't know where to even go so I walked to the middle of the court and that's when it began. …show more content…
We all ran to the base line and got in a line. The coach blew his whistle and everyone stopped talking and looked at him. He said, “ Get in your age groups and start some ball handing.” The beginning was easy until we got to the drills and that he it got hard . We then went to a drill where if you u missed a jump shot you had to run a killer. I was so tired I wasn't going to move again. Try outs was just a little over half way done. We finally got a water break and I was a turtle walking over to my water bottle. After our break, we got right back to work and instantly I tasted the salty sweat in my mouth it was gross. I heard the whistles blow after the drill ended and everyone lined up again to get split into teams to scrimmage. I got put into a team with a bunch of girls that were older than me. I was scared because I was only in 6th grade and I was playing with 11th graders. It was like I was a leaf in the forest, I didn't want to be with
In fourth grade I was 9 years old. At that age I didn't even think of playing sports. I was just like a normal 9 year old. So one day my auntie told me that one of her friends daughters is playing softball for Port City Girls Softball League. Then asked me if I would be interested to play. I answer saying sure I will try it out, so my auntie went and signed me up. So the way that league works is they have a draft to pick their players for their team. Then, the first practice started, I knew nothing about softball so I was brand new at all of it. When it came to one of the next practices one of my older sisters came to watch me and noticed my coach. It was one of her friends! Then my sister told me that one of the players
I needed to work 110% more than everyone else. The next day finally rolled around and two kids in my class named Jonathan and Travis were taking crap about me trying out, they just kept going on about how the team is already good and we don’t need anymore midfielders. I just ignored them and went on with my day. I also saw the coach in the hall after school, his name was coach Haven. He saw me with all my brand new lacrosse gear and didn’t say
“Hello my name is Coach Ventura but you can call me Ace. So, we will be doing some drills for the next 3 days to a--.” My face broke out in red and I was speechless. I thought that there was only one day of tryouts. I calmed my nerves and gained back my composure. I refocused my hearing on the coach when she was in the middle of saying,” …--a number and go to your group.” I didn’t know the first part, but I joined into what everyone else was doing which was getting a duct tape number on the back of our shirts to determine what group we started out in and rotated to. As the tryouts went on I was feeling more
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
On my first year of middle school, I was so excited because I finally could try out to be on a school softball team. I never played travel ball, only recreation softball so I've never actually been on a team that I tried out for. Over the summer I went to batting practice and fielding to get ready for the year. This is my year, I thought ready to tryout and make the team. The day came to where I had to show what I could do to the coaches. It took a while for the tryouts to actually commence because there was so much rain that week that it kept getting pushed back. This made more nervous, I just wanted to get it over with. I worked hard throughout the tryouts, but when I went up to bat I could not hit the ball. I tried many times but I couldn't do it. I felt terrible because everyone else hit great. I was embarrassed. I freaked out, this is what could ruin my chance to be on the team. Even then I still tried my best.
The day I had been practicing so much for was finally here. I didn't know what to think, I was more prepared than other people but still didn't think I would make the line. As I walked into tryouts the first day, I was confident , but at the same time, I knew I was nervous inside. I was one of the 3 freshman trying out. There were other people there who were on drumline the previous years. They looked like nothing was wrong to them and this tryout was pretty much a casual rehersal for them. All though , all thing all of them thought that we freshmen were terrible. We started
My team and I were warming up and shooting pucks. My friends and I were messing around while we were warming up. After about 5 minutes my coach blew the whistle, tweet! So then we all went over to the coach, and he told us all the drills we were going to do today. We were going to have to do six drills for the
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.
The first practice hit you hard we started off with sprints and that was awful people throwing up all around me and I can’t catch my breath but you keep pushing it. I think that was the turning point for me I knew that a lot of people looked at me like small kid that shouldn’t play but after beating them in sprints they saw I was not going to give up. Later on that season it was our 4 game in the season we were going up against Carbondale and we are only up by 6 on defense one of our players go down. I just got off the field on offense they said we need someone I ran to them said I will go in they gave me the nod. When I got on the field it was strange because I never played defense at the time I was just thinking just hit the kid with the ball and you will do fine. The ball snapped so I started back peddling and watching the line men to see if they fire off the line if so it was a run if they backed peddled it was a pass. They fired off the line it was a run so my next thought was where but at soon I was thinking that I saw the running back was coming my way so pushed the receiver off me so it was just me and him. It happen so fast the guy and try to make cut outside but I manage to stick my foot in the ground change direction to tackle him. When I looked up at the time
My 8th grade year around the month of February people were starting to recognize spring football was right around the corner. I was a middle school stud says most coaches I played bandit and sometimes safety full time. Tine seemed to fly faster and faster day by day the team was coming ! Spring had finally come and walking on the I was a pretty favorable upcoming freshman by coaches and players. The first couple of practices were great I never known so much went into high school football but I eventually found out. My knee was hurting a lot my 7th grade year because of ball that
Sadly, my family was going through financial struggles, forcing me out of the school zone I was destined to attend. When I discussed the situation wih the high school coaches they told me they would pick me up from my new house and take me to school every day; with the condition that I’d play football for them all throughout high school. Even though this was illegal I continued to go ahead and accept the offer. My first year of high school was so exciting that it went by in the blink of an eye. Sophomore year came and the clock ticked closer and closer to when everything would change. I started in varsity as a corner back but soon would have big shoes to fill as the team’s quarterback. Not only did this require skill and hard work but the ability and qualities of a leader as well. Ultimately, playing this position helped me acquire traits that would soon be necessary for success. That year was tough for us because the majority of the team consisted of inexperienced players, however the coaches knew I would be the one to lead the
Cheerleading Life I had just turned in my cheerleading packet for football cheerleading tryouts. I was very nervous as tryouts had started the following week. During tryouts we were judged on our participation, our quickness on picking up a dance or 8-count, stunting, cheers and chants, as well as our actions during tryouts. The tryouts lasted for four days and on the fifth day we had tryouts in front of judges whose scores would determine whether or not we would be on the team. That same weekend of tryouts on Sunday afternoon around 12 o’clock we would find out if we made the team.
I was in ninth grade,and midseason, my coach, Ms. Borman, was teaching us a new play that we could implement into a game. It was a torrid afternoon. The sun blazed down from a cloudless blue sky, beating heavily on the fields, radiating the heat to cause the practice to seem even worse. The only task left we needed to accomplish was to perform the play
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.
As I was making my way to the court a tingling sensation was going through my body. Sitting on the bench lacing up my sneakers as tight as possible; scoping out the other team. This feeling in my stomach got worse and worse. I was more scared than I ever was for a simple basketball game. I knew this team was good and they had a way better record than we did. It was time for us to get serious. Twenty minutes to warm up, and it was just for the junior varsity game. I did not play on the junior varsity team; I was on the varsity team. The five girls helped the other girls warm up