Jonest Incident Narrative

It was half-way through the second quarter in the semifinals, and the Sun Valley Vikings were up by 14. They were on our own 10-yard line, and they were handing it off to one of their biggest and best players, Jack Krump, up the middle. I was in at safety, and I ran up to tackle him at the five-yard line but he came trucking through I just bounced right off of him like a wall. I heard the crowd cheering, so I could tell he scored a touchdown. They kicked the field goal and it was, good. We then ran into formation to receive the kickoff.

Our first game was very intense for the most part when a kid named Matt on my team scored from the bottom of the faceoff dot in the other team’s zone right over the goalies shoulder. We lost the game but we all had lots of fun and after the game we talked about where to all go to eat. “Mcdonald's!” said one, “That stuff nasty” said another. Finally we all agreed to a bar and grill in town and then go back to the hotel. The food was good, but there was still one problem. We hadn’t won.

It was dead silent as the ball sat in the air and as if time had stopped. It was December of 2015, I was 13, my team and I was playing for 3rd place in the Colt Classic Tournament. It was a night game at Barrington Station High School. We were playing the Barrington Colts, which was weird considering they are playing for 3rd in their own tournament that they were hosting, before the game, I was talking to some of my teammates Aaron Pattis, Stephen Harris, Bradley Jenkins, Ayden Anderson and I were talking before the game, going into that game we speculated that we had this game in the bag easily as a result of how well our team was playing. Little did we know, we had another problem coming.

I provide myself only twenty-four hours to dwell on a failure before creating a plan to overcome the obstacle and achieve success. Over this twenty-four hour time period I had the opportunity to reflect on my performance during the game, thinking about what I have done wrong and what I need to do better in practice the next day. The next day in practice the team moral was broken, we were all upset with our loss and needed to remember that the season is not over and that we need to get back out there and practice. This loss helped us to learn that we cannot take anything for granted; we went in with high hopes and made unfortunate mistakes that cost us the game. We must be humble, wise and learn from those mistakes in order to become

There was 15 minutes left in the 4th quarter, and the score was tied at 12-12. The buzzer rings indicating the start of the quarter. The ref blows the whistle for the faceoff to start. After a long tussle in the middle of the field we finally get the ball, and have a fast break. We move the ball around around and one of my teammates gets a goal, bringing the score up to 13-12 Notre Dame. The crowd was going crazy for how fast we had scored.

I took a deep breath. It was the big championship game and we had 10 minutes left on the clock and the score was 10-7 we were down by 3. We had 3 runners on the base and 2 outs I was on deck and Brooke was up to bat. I pulled her over to the side and said “you got this were only down by three and I got your back. We have no outs so take your time and hit the ball.” Brooke said “ok thanks and we got this”. The pitcher threw the ball and Brooke hit the ball. It went straight down the 3rd base line. She got a single and now the score was 10-8, I was up. The pitcher through one right down the middle I hit a line drive right to center field and got a double, MG was running home as fast as lightning and slid into home barely making it. The game was

I was having a better than average game, throwing a few people out from centerfield, but nothing more than anyone expected out of me. While up to bat I had a couple hits and a few bunts. With extreme focus and excitement, my team and I found ourselves in the top of the seventh inning, tied ball game. At the end of our lineup, we were still excited especially after getting two girls on base. I was up next. This is the opportunity I had hoped for. The pitcher set up and began her windup… foul ball. And again, kicking her arm back and bringing it full circle delivered me an outside curve ball… ball one. Count of 1-1 and we were both feeling confident. Coach called me over to him for a quick pep talk he leaned over and said, “Shupe, how ‘bout you come up big this at bat, I want to see you go yard one more time.” The last ball ever thrown to me by the scary Albany Alexander pitcher, the sweet sound of the ball coming off the bat rang in my ears. I had hit the ball on the sweetest part of the bat and the sweetest feeling in the world was upon me. Going, going, gone! The ball soared over the left field fence. I began my homerun trot and could not help but wear an immense grin on my face. Rounding third, I saw my team jumping, screaming, cheering, and crying all waiting there at home plate to congratulate me. The most outstanding feeling in the world, making my team proud. I thrived under the pressure and it had never felt so good. But, we had to stay humble. We still had the bottom half of the inning to play. One, two, and three batters up, three batters out. We won! I felt so humbled by all the kind words my fellow teammates showered me with after the victory. It was as if I had won us the World Series. On the bus ride home we were lead back into West Portsmouth by fire trucks to help us celebrate the big win. Arriving back to the softball field where our cars were parked, I was

A lot of kids get put in nerve racking situation the bottom of the third inning with one out and jason and mason on first and third.I was now up to bat I dug my feet deep into the batter's box nervous but also anxious I heard all my teammates cheering in the background saying let's go Tyse and let's go number 7.The pitcher is now in his windup and ready to deliver the first pitch the pitcher reared back and threw I got set and focused on the ball it was coming in fast and high so I let it go for ball one.I stepped out of the batter's box and took a practice swing and looked at coach for signs.I stepped back into the batter's box and dug my cleats into the dirt, I got set then focused on the pitcher as he started his windup.I got set and watched

The next day rolled around. Game day. I was too excited to eat anything at all. I got to the bus, and I sat by my pitcher. It felt like the bus ride took years. Once we got there, I warmed up my pitcher, my nerves eating me alive. My coach tells us that it’s time to start the game. I was so nervous, I was having second thoughts about catching the game. But, I did it anyways. I put my gear on, and went out to the field, greeting the umpire on the way out. I get in my catcher’s position, ready for the pitches

Once I released the baseball my heart dropped and I hoped for the best. It was one of the most stressful moments i’ve ever had in baseball. But first we should go back to when all this first started. It was a perfectly normal saturday we had a tournament like most weekend over the summer but not until I got to the field and and everyone was talking about the game did I over hear someone say this is the state tournament. This tournament ranked us in Illinois. We played the first two teams with ease we were up by five and they couldn’t seem to keep up, but the last game of the tournament was us versus the Plainfield Tornadoes. I remember that team very distinctly because of the circumstances I was in. I had pitched the first two games we played

Our team captains passed the ball off, and just like that the cheering began. Although it was only the CYO (Catholic Youth Organization) Youth Soccer Final, the turnout for the crowd was enormous. Everyone from our parents, relatives who lived nearby, teachers from our school, to random spectators looking for entertainment were watching the game. Fortunately for us, we were

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

I woke up one morning to a bright, sunny day! It was 8 o’clock on a Sunday and I’ve never felt more energized. I could finally get stuff done! I had a list that’s long enough to start at my house and end in downtown LA, but that didn’t discourage me one bit. I jumped up and brushed my teeth and had a quick breakfast.

I woke up feeling tired. I turned over to see the red lights that read 5:45 A.M. Way too early for me. I got out of bed and walked over to the kitchen to open the fridge. Choosing yogurt for my breakfast as I opened my laptop to check tumblr. After scrolling through my dash and finishing my choice of breakfast, I got ready, checked to see if I had everything I needed, and made my way to the car— where my mom was waiting.