Personal Narrative: The New Albany Girls Lacrosse Team

Down 37-18 right before half, the Ladies used a 7-1 run in the second quarter and right after half to cut the deficit to 13. Sophomore Savanah Doty hit a triple and classmate Jasmine Morris split from the line right before halftime. Trinity split from the line to begin the third quarter, but Doty answered with a fastbreak three.

On Sunday, October 2nd, 2016, the Akron Zips women’s soccer team hosted the Bowling Green State University Falcons in a very physical conference match. Both teams did not win their previous match so they were both looking forward to get a win and change their position in the standings of the MAC. The Zips had an overall record of 3-6-2 while in the MAC there record was 0-1-2. The Bowling Green Falcons were the favorites to win this match because of their overall record of 6-5-0 and in the MAC there standing was 1-2-0. In order to win the game the Zips had to find a way to shut down the Falcons offense.

The next game was a little closer at a score of 12-6 win over the York B team

When starting goalkeeper Jessica Maxwell from women’s lacrosse went down to injury, the team needed someone to fill in as goalkeeper. Normally a midfielder, Emily Fitzsimmons did not hesitate to step into the unfamiliar role of goalkeeper. She simply said, “The team needed me.”

Agnes Morley was not a girly girl. She grew up working on her families ranch. Agnes was sent to Stanford University by her mother by her mother in hopes it would make her more lady like. Instead she picked up playing basketball, which turned out to be more than a hobby. Agnes didn’t like that basketball was a mens sport. She was now preparing for the first ever college women basketball game. More than five hundred women showed up for the game. The game was about to begin and Agnes was feeling the pressure. She was the guard and the women on the other team were much bigger than her. The game begins! It began rough, everyone falling on top of each other. They make the first point but miss the second and knock the basket sideways. The

The heat bears down on me, as I feel my skin burning in the hot summer sun. Dust and dirt floats around the air and a thin layer of grime covers my entire body. Sweat drips around my goggles while adrenaline fills my body and my heart races. In the middle of nowhere in Virginia, I feel at home, I feel the turf under my cleats and the cool metal of the stick in my hands. As the timer ticks down, the buzzer rings, and the game begins. I look to my left and see my dad sitting on the sideline, ready to cheer as loud as possible. To my right I find my teammates, the most loyal group of friends I have, ecstatic about the potential of winning.

A memory that is etched into my brain is when I was asked to come back and be on a national lacrosse team. This summer I went to try out for a national lacrosse team down in Ocean City. The team’s was named, “ Diamond National” and they were a pretty good national team. This is the first time I tried out for a national team and I thought I didn’t do my best at the tryouts. Even though I didn’t do my best I was still asked to come back.

Half way through this Mohawk Volleyball season, Coach Nicole Hunter is working the varsity team hard. But, all that hard work is showing improvements. “Each and every game our girls are improving in whatever aspect we have been focusing on in practice,” Coach Hunter explains. Although their record may not portray the hard work they put in and improvements that are occurring, multiple close matches have stacked up in their favor. Matches such as the ones against Marshalltown, Clear Lake, and many others. One match that Coach Hunter will always remember from last season is the game against Decorah. As Coach Hunter put it, “We had battled through a lot of

Head coach Graeme Orr said, “We found a way to win. It wasn’t pretty or our best soccer, but it just shows that even when we play bad we can still win. The determination to win was never a question; it was all about tactics and playing to our strengths in overtime.”

I wake up grab my lacrosse stick, ball and head outside. Grab the net and started to shoot. I play of my state lacrosse team we have our first tournament this weekend and I don’t wanna be the reason that we lose. I was originally a D-pole for my city team but my coach for state thought otherwise. I could run the field in 20 seconds flat. At least that is what my coach said. I started out the day with a couple fakes and spin moves nothing hard just the kind of stuff you need to know when you want to start. My sister decides to come and play me in a 1v1 (me and my sister are competitive) I accept so we go to the plains across the street I bring the net along with us. I just school her badly 10:0 she challenged me at my own game 1st mistake.

Riley ran towards the ball using his athletic ability to dribble it towards the goal. He elbowed the players out of his way gaining distance on the other team. Then out of nowhere the mystery girl appeared and successfully defended him against scoring.

Once upon a time in a far away land called Bromont, Canada, a girl was sitting on a tack box on her phone, waiting to hear from her trainer about a class. Her name was Julia Chartier, she had a sister named Catherine, and her trainer’s name was Andy Kocher. She and her sister were riding their horses in a horse show in Canada. Julia was sitting on one of the many large, black tack boxes waiting for her sister to get done hacking her horse, and when Andy came back to the barn on his dirt bike he said, “Well Julia we have a team for the team cup!” She was so surprised that she nearly fell off of the trunk.

Clink! GOAL! The crowd cheers loudly as the Fox Sports broadcasters announce Priory High School as the ultimate State Champions after a double overtime game in lacrosse. I see everyone running wild, throwing gears, and celebrating; however, my teammates are dead silent as if they've just lost the ability to speak. As we walk back to the locker room, the sound of our cleats against the ground seems louder than usual. The complete silence in the locker room is peaceful and comforting. After everyone had a moment to think about what had just happened, we all gathered together, and our captain spoke, "I love you guys."

One bright winter day Nebi got out of bed.The snow was falling and the wind was blowing. Nebi realized that there was a volleyball practice, but she was late. She didn't even want to look at her phone. When she did, she regretted it tremendously. Nebi had so many phone calls and texts. She ran to her closet, grabbed her spandex, shoes, jacket, and shirt and jumped into it all quicker than a blink of an eye. Of she went down the stairs, through the kitchen, around the fridge, and out the door. On her way to practice, she was. When she was finally there, the coach yelled from across the room.

We skate a couple laps, the blades of our skates digging into the ice with every crossover. We shoot a few pucks, listening to the smack as it rolls off your stick and the swish of it going into the net. The last thing for us to do is to mentally prepare ourselves for the challenge that stands before us. “Alright girls, this is it. This is what we’ve been working for the whole season, give it everything you’ve got and leave it all out on the ice,” Coach Erin lights a flame under us and we are ready to go, we are ready to play. I skate to center ice and look up at the bleachers, I see herds of people wearing red and white, holding up pom poms, and home made signs. Our fans are fired up and ready to watch us play. I look over and see my mom looking right at me, our eyes lock and she nods and gives me the thumbs up, I am ready to go. We line up at the center dot for the first puck drop. I am in my position, standing right across from my opponent waiting for the whistle. The referee drops the puck signaling the beginning to the greatest game of my life.