Personal Narrative: The Big Game

The third game, that was previously postponed, was a tie at 8-8 with a team from Bucks County. Then it was a waiting game to see who and when we would play. We ended up playing a team called Big Sky and won that game. Then right after that we played York A team for the gold medal; which no keystone west team had ever won. The game was a long one if you were playing even though the game was only 40 minutes it felt like 2 hours. The game was 6-2 at the half and the keystone West team were winning. With under 1 minute left in the game the score was West 12 a York A had 8. York ran the ball down the field and then throw it out of bounds with under 30 seconds. West got the send it call and that is what they did and ended that throw with a goal. That ended the game and all but one of the West team ran to their goalie but I did not. I was in so much shock from how I went from one position to another in under a year and was one of the best in Western PA and how much we practice we had to let this moment happen. I am now and was and will always be proud of what happened with this

We had to go to bed early because we knew the next few days of competition would be long and tiring. Once the next day came around we woke up and prepared for our first two games of the tournament. I was nervous, this was my first time playing in a "AA" provincial championship. Many of the teams we would be facing this weekend we teams we had won and lost too. But some of the teams had never even played against us. These two days of round robin competition had put us into 4th place which meant we would be going top the semi-finals. The pressure to preform grew even greater as we went up against the top seated

I unzipped my coat as I stepped into the warm basement. I crinkle my nose as the bitter smell of alcohol hits it. I feel like I should be used to it by now, I go to concerts at least once a month. We walk over to the small table overflowing with merchandise. It’s a tradition to by the opening bands CD.

I felt that this was the game in which our team found our groove and finally connected together for an entire ninety minutes. From then on we took each game one step at a time and considered our opponents one at a time, and in doing so, focusing on the smaller goals allowed us to achieve our greatest goals. This season is the first time in program history that women’s soccer at Fairleigh Dickinson has gone undefeated. Not only that, but it is the first time FDU has won the women’s soccer title in the NEC tournament and therefore, it is our first birth into the NCAA tournament. Having all of these accomplishments all happen in senior year makes these moments even more special, and looking back on it now, having the hardships of our past is what prepared us for greatness this

It was a brisk fall evening, and my seventh grade youth football team and I had traveled to Aberdeen to play the undefeated Chiefs. We had worked harder and longer than we ever had that week to show that we were a threat in the league and ascend from our third place ranking. We knew it was not going to be easy; the Chiefs’ team had the fastest running back in our division, and they had scored more total points per game than any other team in the Southeast Idaho Youth Football League. The field was neater and greener than we had expected in this town. It was a great day for football, and I was with all of my best friends. I knew going in that it was going to be a learning experience whether we won or lost that night because the Chiefs were

Time flew by fast and before I knew it the season was almost over and it was senior night. All of the seniors went to school wearing our matching shooting jerseys and ready for the big night. We got to come to the game late because the underclassmen were setting up the game for us and decorating. Each senior had their own poster hanging on the stands for everyone to see. When I first walked in my name was on the ground in calk with my number and it said, “we love our goalie.”

2016, my sophomore year. The year I would return to Lakewood Junior Varsity Lacrosse; The place I left my comfort zone. The place I really made friends for the first time in high school. The place I found what I really love. A sanctuary, the place we strive to be in the safety of our team. This season was ours and we weren’t going to let anything stop us. Our first game was finally here. “We are LAKEWOOD!” Chanted the players running onto The Field, their safe place. With Jack Frost forcing his way onto anything and everything he can, the boys take their positions. Four 12 minute quarters, we got this. The bell screams indicating the start of the game. ‘Clomp clomp clomp’ the sounds of cleats smacking the cold, dead grass as the players rush to try to get a goal. About an hour of intense shots goes by and the game ends. Lakewood takes the win. Six nothing. Even after millions of screeching whistles, numb fingers, and a broken wrist--Lakewood took the lead in the game that defines the

Reading over your discussion post I have to say I agree with you 100%. Especially when you stated “just because they saw “black” people does not necessarily mean they were from Africa”. My reasoning for agreeing with this statement is because people come in many different shades of colors what made him so sure that they were African? Like I mention in my initial post I believe that his whole theory was based off of assumption. I think if he would’ve had more concrete information it would be more than just a theory.

A recurring thought running through our head was that we had already lost, but that next year we would definitely win. This was a shared opinion by many of my teammates since we had no seniors and would have the same team next year that we would be the foremost lacrosse team in Kansas; however we still had a game to play and no one wanted to lose, but many walked in with a pessimistic attitude, including myself. Our team marched out of the locker rooms and thundered onto the field for the beginning of the game. After the game the team, demoralized, walked back to our lockers rooms where we packed up our gear knowing we had just lost (score?). This was a forlorn time in my life, I felt defeated and embarrassed. As much as it exasperated me it was a very important turning point in my life where I learned some critical lessons. The obvious take away was to stay positive and not give up. This game had crushed the spirit of everyone on the team, I didn’t even want to keep playing in the second half. Even then we finished the game and went home knowing we could have done more. This even showed me how important it is to give one hundred percent effort in everything you do if you want to be successful. You have to prepare and give it everything you have to

“5 minutes!” a voice shouts over the loudspeaker. Perspiration drips down my face and my hand throbs with pain. The seconds tick by but are drowned out by the pounding of my heart. I summon all my strength and will my hands to move faster and faster. The speakers crackle with static as the voice shouts, “Hands down.” Eight hours of mind-numbing calculations and stratagem. It’s over; all the work, the sleepless nights, the literal blood, sweat, and tears. What for?

On a normal,sunny day after school school,I hopped off of the yellow-orange school bus and walked home.When I got to my house ,my parents greeted me and then said,”Mia,we have to move in about three months.”My heart dropped like an apple from a tree.I was filled with dejection.

I stood on the mound gripping the yellow softball, my heart was racing, my hands were sweating, and the soft breeze was blowing my ponytail side to side. I was facing my biggest rival from the neighboring school. My teammates were all cheering “you got this” but I knew in the back of my mind I was facing not only their best hitter but my biggest nemesis. She and I have had a long standing rivalry like the relationship of Harry Potter and Voldemort. There were 2 outs and the game was tied in extra innings. The first pitch I threw to her she swung and missed I was getting excited, the second pitch she swung at and missed everyone in our stands was yelling and cheering as well as my whole they were thinking we got this. I could feel my pulse pound

No one could take the lead for longer than a minute. But that was only the beginning of the half because towards the end, our lead started increasing by two. Soon our lead turned into four, then six, and even eight. Finally the clock buzzed and we had won the battle. When we all walked back to our bench coach spoke, “Good job guys.” It was like my birthday because I was so glad we had won the game. Once everyone was done congratulating each other, my parents and I left and entered the cold outdoors The lesson I had learned from the game was to not judge people before you know them. This event has changed me for the better because I now know not to judge people too

I looked up at the scoreboard and the time read 8 minutes left. As I looked at the scoreboard I felt a jolt of energy enter my body. I had felt as if a fire was lit under me. My eyes opened as if I had just seen a ghost. I remember thinking to myself, “how can we lose this game?” I made a promise to myself that I would win 4 state titles while being at Battlefield High School. This was my sophomore year of high school and I had already won one state title, how could I give up now and let my dreams be crushed, I worked too hard for that to happen. In that moment I knew there was only one result I was going to walk off the field with, and that was with a win and another State Championship. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “My team needs energy. They need a leader.”

As we were entering the final period of play, everybody in the crowd was on their feet. The rink was rocking on a Sunday afternoon. Play began and we took advantage of a costly turnover by the other team and we turned it into a breakaway goal!!! We were so excited, the crowd was going crazy, and we were jumping up and down on the bench trying to contain our excitement but we just couldn’t. Our coach was trying to calm all of us down because the game was not over yet. We still had to score another goal, we were not even winning yet. There was still 5 minutes left on the clock. We needed one goal. Just one. I was itching to get onto the ice. I wanted to score that final goal. I wanted to win it for my team, in front of our town. I wanted it, my teammates wanted it, the other team wanted it, and our town wanted it. It was just a matter of who wanted it more.