My First Basketball Game Analysis

The day the team got together and fought threw a tough battle facing pinnacle high school. It was our second home game and our record was 1-2. After all of the hard work we had put in over summer, we realized we could not lose, especially in front of our home crowd. At the beginning of the game we did our usual warm-ups, I have never felt so much adrenaline pushing threw my veins in my life. After the warm-ups the whole team got in a big huddle, we chanted a chant that will never be forgotten and one day make history for the pride. After the chant we got ready for kick-off, lined up and ready to go. The crowd started cheering at the first 2 seconds of the game “go pride go, go pride go”. This made the whole team nervous, not just because there was so many

In the bottom of the inning, with the chance to win, I would make the first plate appearance of the inning with hopes to start it off with a hit. Before our at-bats, Coach Sullivan talked to the team saying, “This is the moment you have all worked for. This is where all that extra work will finally pay off. This is a moment you will remember for the rest of your lives. Now GO GET ‘EM!” So I ran in the dugout, grabbed my helmet and bat, and began getting ready for my at-bat. As I was preparing Coach Sullivan came over and gathered up the next few batters, including myself, and said, “Right now! This is your time! Go do your best and good things will happen!” I was as prepared as ever when I finally stepped up to the plate to start the inning. As the pitch came towards me I swung the bat and felt a POP. I looked up to see the ball soar into the outfield and land as a base hit. The next batter was Ben Beis who, on the first pitch, watched a ball in the dirt which got past the catcher allowing me to advance to second base. Ben then did a sacrifice bunt moving me from second base to third

On one fall morning, my mom and I arrived at the Hulmeville Soccer Tournament. There were so many teams that had great potential to win. My teammates and I Were excited to play theses teams and push our skills to the limit. Our soccer team won all five games that we played. Therefore we made it to the championship angist Hulmeville, one of the best teams in the tournament. The game started and there were no goals scored. Since it was the finals, we went

Our season was coming to a close, and we were all excited for our final game of the season; that is, until we found out that the coaches and parents of the opposing

Time goes by and I dribble down the field on the right side and send in a cross and Evan finishes it off with a volley. The score goes to 4-1 us and only about twenty minutes left. The rest of the time runs out and we are the 2014 state champions. My best friend Johnny and I have played soccer together for 13 years before this day and never won a championship until now, I couldn’t be any

Our first victory had given us the energy to practice and play harder. Eventually, we were so successful, the president of the team advised us to go easier on other teams so they would not feel bad. We had won all games straight and we had gone up to the championship, the only issue I had is that I did not score any goals yet. I was always afraid to miss, so I and would pass the ball to another

The day was loud and cold. The air was lingering with the smell of hotdogs from the night before. Everyone was cheering as the game was about to begin. The stands we’re full upon the kick to begin it all. There were people on both sides cheering for their team. The whole first quarter of the game we played was blank, there was no scores or anything that big of a play. But in the second quarter they opposing team Kettle Moraine took over. They were just driving on us the entire quarter. With the ending score of the half them up 14-0. During the break in between 2nd and 3rd quarter everyone was angry about how we weren't able to stop them. After are stretches we got ready to play again. Upon the kick being received in 3rd quarter it was about

We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several

more ease than others, but here we are waiting to play the game that could win it all. It was just a little tournament to some people, but to us it was redeeming ourselves. Every year prior to that day we have gotten third in the tournament, being beaten by the same team each year. We knew it was our year, but watching the other teams play some of us weren’t so sure anymore.

As we wind down this C-USA basketball season this article is taking a look at who has the hottest coaching seats in C-USA. This article and discussions similar to it are vital to the future of basketball in this conference. Don’t think so? Then you’ve not been paying attention to a historically bad season for C-USA basketball. Right now UAB at the top of the conference is projected only as a 14 or 15 seed in the NCAA Tournament, and NO TEAMS are currently projected to make the NIT. Before you try to blame this situation on conference realignment, consider the previous basketball success at several of our member schools. I do realize realignment has hurt us. This is the 20th anniversary of the C-USA basketball tournament and only two teams currently in C-USA have won that tournament. UAB is one team and the other left

Something about being on the field changed something inside of us because, even the most soft spoken kids off of the field expressed their frustration openly. I continued to be no different. What the team and I failed to realize was that the worse we acted, the worse the reffing would get. That attitude would not allow us to get anywhere, and we didn’t. We did not win a single game despite our coaches best efforts to control us. The refs knew several of our players by name, and always listened a little closer when we talked, and the calls always came against us. Our coach had a talk with us about the respect, and I shrugged it off again because it was not about me.

As mentioned in the article “ Just One More Game…” gaming has evolved from a game system that you sit on the floor and play with friends with to a personal game that you literally can have anywhere in the palm of your hand. These are one of those evolutions of society that is not the best for us; no matter how you look at the situation. I believe we should go back to the console games of the 80s. Yes, these are still addictive, but at least most of the time people have socialization from this action by playing multiplayer with a physical person. Phone games are a waste of time, non-commutative, and, just addictive; and a money water sometimes.

The game was to be decided by penalty shootouts. Once again, the odds were in our favor, we had the best goalkeeper in the league. Despite having to shoot second we all remained confident that we would win. No goal was prevented for the first thirteen rounds of penalty kicks. In the fourteenth round of penalty kicks, the St. John’s striker quickly took the shot and missed. It was up to me to win the game. I set the ball on the ground, took three large steps back looked at the goal and took the shot with all the power I had in my right foot. I missed. My shot hit the top of the crossbar and bounced back to me. My heart sank, I had failed at my job to deliver for the team. We battled back and forth up to the twenty fourth round, when the player from St. Johns finally “made” his shot by protest because it had hit the crossbar gone in and gone out. All Devin needed to do was make his shot to win the game. Devin took the shot. He missed. It was over, our perfect season had come to an end. We had come so close but ultimately

My bad side and my good side said to me at the same time, “Let me at him.” I decided to let both my sides one him but more of my good side. I slid into the kid and the reff said nothing but the kid and the parents were yelling and staring me down. Nearing the end of the first half the team had connected passes starting with me and Alex had the fist goal of the game. We ended the first half with the score 1 to 0 us. Our coach told us that we needed to connect passes better and not let those three kids behind us.

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.