The mens game had an attendance of 1404. The fans were made up of donors, parents, students filling both student sections, away team parents and away student At the Men’s game there are court side seats that are not available at Women’s games. The game against Campbell was a big game for the men. The outcome of the game decided if the men were ranked fifth or sixth in the tournament and if they were going to clinch a first round bye. Because of the importance of the game for both teams Campbell fans traveled in mass to support their team. In the mens game against Campbell there was back and forth between our students and their student. There was a sense of pride in Panther Nation wanting to be better than the visiting Campbell
James Young: We knew we were going to make it, it was just what seed we were going to get. They put us back in the 8th seed so we had a chip on our shoulder, so that 's what motivated us to keep going. Terry Rozier : It was great, we were second in the ACC we kind of knew we were going to make it, when you find your seed together that 's exciting. What do you remember about playing in the NCAA Tournament? Isaiah WhiteHead: Against Gonzaga I played terribly, it I was disappointed that we lost, but overall it was a good experience to be apart of it. Cody Zeller: Mostly the road to the NCAA tournament is always a tough one playing in the ACC. I remember having hard fought games against Duke. Terry Rozier : it wasn’t really exciting, but everyone giving it their all in those win or go home situations made it exciting for me. James Young: The last game, playing for the national championship. Everyone was real hungry to win the championship. Playing for the national championship was a good experience. What was it like playing for the national championship? Cody Zeller: It was a good feeling just to make it, but to actually win it felt like a dream come true. By the time you get to the tournament you have been through ups and downs of the regular season and you play all out to try to win the national championship. James Young: It was unbelievable every seed was packed, the crowd was always yelling, we had a lot of fans rooting for us. It was a good experience. In
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
I watched the ball roll into the back of the net; it was 12-12 in overtime against Cardinal Gibbons. This was my last game with my brothers, best friends, and a family I will cherish for the rest of my life. I not only let my teammates down, I let my family down. We lost against Cardinal Gibbons in the 2015 3A State Championship game 13-12 in overtime. When they scored their final goal I immediately dropped to my knees and began to sob, I was not upset that I lost, I was upset that I let my family down and that was the last time I would ever step on the field with
Walking out onto the opponent’s brightly lit turf field setting up for the kickoff of the second half just gave me the feeling that everybody knows, my hair starts to stand up, butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, and everything seems to slow down. Looking into the stands and seeing that our hometown fans had traveled four hours in order to outdo the home crowd gave me a sense of comfort. Looking into East Jefferson’s stands and seeing that our fans, despite having to travel all the way down south, outnumbered their fans by at least 70 people. I found myself thinking that this meant just as much to our town as it did to our school and team. This feeling would be just the motivation we needed in order to finish this game
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
Going into that game we had convinced ourselves that we had already lost before it even started. We were about as flat as a tabletop. While warming up we were pretty much just waiting for the game to end, so that we could just leave and just call it a year!” Once the game actually started something just clicked. We
Finally, the day of our first game had arrived. All of us had butterflies in our stomachs. It was the type of feeling you get when you know you are well prepared for something, but you inexplicably still feel nervous. As soon as the ball was kicked first, all of the anxious feelings I had melted away and the game became quite fun. Just as the prior years, the first game had the easiest opponent to beat and my team and I had no problem securing a victory against them. The second game was a bit more of a challenge, but defeating that team was nothing we were not prepared for. The true challenge came in the third and championship game. Although we enjoyed a bye game due to our two previous victories, the other team had the advantage of some truly God-gifted athletes. In particular, number seven was a beast of a thirteen-year-old. He stood at an impressive six feet tall and he towered over us on every snap. During the first drive, we had marched the ball down the field slowly but surely and on the four-yard line we fumbled. Of course, number seven picked up the ball and ran it back for a touchdown. At halftime, our coach sat us down and had a long talk with us. Even though we were discouraged by their touchdown, we picked ourselves up and started scoring. We scored two rushing touchdowns in the third quarter and one more in the fourth quarter to secure the win. Not only did we come back from a losing
It was September 17th, 2016. There I am sitting in the student section, next to some of the most school-spirited people I have ever seen in my entire life. Everywhere I looked, Syracuse fans were dressed in orange representing their school. I watched as students, and families, like I had mentioned were all gathered in this enclosed dome to celebrate the Homecoming Football Game on that surprisingly hot day in Syracuse, New York.
I grew up in rural North Carolina. From the day I was born I bleed NC State red. My father, a graduate of NC State taught me how to be a Wolfpack fan. I have heard the story of the 1983 miracle season many times. I have been to countless Wolfpack games. This is my take on that miraculous run of 1983.
UNI upset the #1 ranked North Carolina Tar Heels 71-67! I saw the crowd of purple and gold rushed the court to celebrate this huge win! People began yelling and cheering on what a huge win this was.
We had gone 3-20 the season before and had not beaten our rival Troy Christian in basketball in seven years before this game. Earlier that season we had lost to Troy Christian by eight points after leading by eight at halftime. Our team was disappointed, but also hungry for revenge. It seemed like eternity waiting for our rematch. The week before the game we began practicing a defensive scheme to stop Troy Christian's six-foot-eight center, James Anderson. He had led the conference in scoring and rebounding all season. He scored eighteen points and grabbed eighteen rebounds in our first meeting and we were determined not to allow that to happen again. Finally, the day came. The day that would change our program. We were ready to put an end
My love for Camden football began at a young age, from sitting with my parents at every game, to the monumental moment of finally being able to sit with my friends in the middle school section. Then the years of dreams of being able to dit in the rowdy student section came true during the High School years. Camden football was truly a religion growing up, but I wouldn 't have wanted to ask off work for anything else. The memories made at the game will something I will forever cherish, once a wildcat always a wildcat.
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.”