Just A Game-Personal Narrative

Prologue At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

It was a dark thursday night in April. The sky was clear enough to see the moon shining brightly along with many small circular diamonds. I’m in a dark blue Avalanche, being driven to a baseball diamond. I play for the MIlwaukee Brewers on a little league level. It’s my

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

As the crowd was cheering as the game went on I was on the edge of my seat. At the time my family was visiting California for the first time. We all had a blast and before we wanted to leave all of us wanted to go to a baseball game. As we were walking to the stadium all of the hard core fans were getting hyped for the game. All of them playing games in the parking lot.It felt like I was meant to be at the game. I was rooting for the angels at the time because the rest of the crowd was. My dad was taking pictures of the players throwing,catching,and making plays. I remember as the game was getting close to the end that I had to get cotton candy. Cotton candy was one

“Play ball.” Says the umpire as the Senior Rams take the field and the Hempstead Mustangs were getting ready to bat. This was it. This was our final chance to make all of our hard work pay off, and achieve the one main goal we all had in mind, state.

“We need to make to make this field goal to win, and make it to the championship!” the Panthers coach screamed over the roaring voices in the crowd. Roy Williams, star quarterback for the Panthers, looked over to the scoreboard. It was the fourth quarter, two seconds left. The score was tied 26-26 in the semifinal game against their rivals, the Coward Eagles.

Down by one, two outs and it is the last time up to bat for the Wildcats. If we lose we will go home, but that is not what I am focusing on, right now, all thoughts are on the next pitch. With a runner on first and second, a hit to the outfield could tie the game. A bad pitch, maybe. A lucky shot, maybe. As the bat hits the ball, a silent focus turns to screaming and jumping. A ball hit about a foot off the right field line, fair, brings in our first runner with ease. A wave of relief sweeps over the whole third base side of the field. Our cheering distracted the other team, maybe. The tie upset them, maybe. Just a well-placed ball, maybe. Unseen through the excitement, there is a player rounding third heading home for the win. A ball thrown too late. A headfirst dive through the catcher’s legs. There is screaming from the third base side as the umpires arms stretch out parallel to the ground. Game over.

The New Kind Of Sledding My grandma owns a old cattle farm, even though there isn't much cattle there anymore. Before my cousin, Aunt Jen, and uncle moved to Hawaii, they built a house on the property. Whenever they come to visit, they always stay in their old house.

This assignment brought me closure, the making of “The rose that grew from the concrete” brought me to tears literally. My sons birthday took place on a Saturday, and the drawings and final cuts of the paper were made the night before Friday. I made arrangements before hand, and decorated the basement with a Teen Titans theme on Thursday. I was feeling bitter sweet about my sons birthday since he was turning five. I believe that this year was harder one me, since he had just started school for the first time. As I pressed play on my final product a million things ran through my head.

I have always loved the game loved the smell of the fresh grass that hits you like a truck when you run onto the field, loved the sound of helmets clashing together as our enemies try to take us down. This game has always been my life, it's always been

October 16th, 2013: As the lights glistened through the faint darkness that was beginning to spread all around us, a cool breeze flowed through the metal bars and splashed against my sweaty face. I was sprinting, running faster than I ever had before. Clusters of bodies surrounded me as a tried to maneuver my way through the world's hardest obstacle course as I settled down to make a final leap of faith. I was fourteen years old, and at this moment I didn’t know that what was about to happen would alter my life forever.

The Game That Changed Everything Squeak! My shoes slide across the floor I’m going to do it this time was determined. I passed defenders left and right. I’m going to do it this time I will score.I arrived early that day in order to get in extra practice. I knew this was a crucial game. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My palms sweated and my heart was racing. I was ready.

The Ability to Play the Game As we skid around the unknown gravel road, surrounded with bushes and seldom road signs, in the middle of Suwanee Georgia, I continue to believe that we are lost. Finally, after turning a hidden corner our female figure GPS says in a monotone voice, “you have arrived at your destination, your route guidance is now finished.” Before my eyes is one of the largest sports complexes I have ever seen in my entire life which is surrounded by people buzzing like bees into a bee hive. My mother and I quickly swing the bulky suburban into the first spot we can find, and hurry our way into the gym. Entering the door is a challenge because of the large crowd, but what could I expect when there are currently seventeen courts of games being played simultaneously. I trudge my way through the crowd, along with my heavy basketball bags full of gear, to my destination of Court 8. Swiftly lacing up my shoes and tucking in my jersey, I finally stand up to get a

Sebastian Estrada Professor Lopez english 50 17 september 2015 The Greatest Game Ever Sweat dripped down my body while running as fast as I could. Two barriers stood in my way and one keeping me from retreat along side me. I made the choice of a lifetime one that would end me or get me to the next level. While sprinting with the speed and agility of a Gazelle, I cut to the right then back to the left I was more than half the field away. The new messi ball dribbled by my feet moved by passion. I was already prepared for what I would do next swinging my leg back building up enough power to kick the ball even a brick wall wouldn’t be able to stop it. As my foot came back from behind me it touched the ball with such sheer force it looked as if my foot particlized into the ball. The ball glided through the air across the field and into the top left corner of the net. This was the game of my life. A battle to remember and a fight for respect only one team could come out on top, it's a game that leaves you speechless and passionate this game is soccer.

It all started on a sunny weekend when I went to my mom’s house. I had been hearing from other people about this game that is coming out and someone told me that this game had an open beta out and that it was amazing. My friend Shelby had been talking about this same game a lot here lately so I decided maybe I’ll get the game and give it a try. I was at my dad’s at the time and we just do not have good enough internet for me to be able to play Xbox. I told Shelby that I would get the game the next weekend when I go to my mom’s house and that we could play it some and see if we like the game to decide if we want to buy it when it comes out. This evil game that ruined my life as I know on Xbox was called “Battlefield 1.”