Personal Experience: Personal Story Of The Bantam Team

Another key factor is the development of downtown Charlotte including the best minor-league ballpark since opening last season; paired with Bank of America Stadium downtown has become a great atmosphere for fans of all ages to enjoy the sports the Queen city has to offer! Another great thing about sports the fans that have been a part of Panther nation from the beginning are now carrying on the tradition their parents started when they were younger and now are PSL owners cheering on the Panthers season after season passing on the joy to their kids. It's amazing the trickle-down effect sports can have on fans and what that has done for the Queen city. I'm an example of that as my first Panther game was when I was six years old and I am now 19

In November of 2014, my team and I made it past the first round of the LHSAA Division AAAA playoffs after defatting the number twenty-eight seed, Belle Chase High School. After finishing a very good regular season with a record of 10-2, we went into the playoffs surprising everyone as the number four seed. After the winning the first round in style, we found ourselves matched up with defending state champs from the season before. On this defending state champ team, they possessed some of the top defensive backs in the state of Louisiana. In this nail biter of game, my team and I would face adversity, nervousness, and discipline. We got on the rented charter bus, and began our trip down to the heart of New Orleans to play the East Jefferson Warriors in what would be a very exciting high school football game full of hard hits and upsets.

I have not and will never forget those series of events. This time hurt me but also helped build upon my character. It was my freshman year of high school. I had decided to play soccer, which was not a hard decision for me since I had played travel soccer pretty much my whole life. Also my brother was in high school at the time and played for the boys soccer team, and had my dad as his coach. He loved it and was having a great experience playing high school soccer so of course I like to follow in my brother’s footsteps. I was very nervous at first. There were over eleven seniors on the team, and they were pretty intimidating to me. During the summer, I played with the varsity often and enjoyed it. As I kept playing with them and performing well, my nerves lessened. Finally when the actual season rolled around, I was put on full varsity. All my hard work had paid off. I was one of the two freshman put on varsity. I was ecstatic. I was actually very lucky at getting put on varsity because at this point in my life I played purely out of natural talent. I was never one to put in extra work outside of practice and be disciplined in the way I lived my life. I never really strived to be the best I could be. Making varsity made me somewhat of a threat for the older girls. Some were happy for me, others did not like the thought of a freshman on varsity. These girls were hard coore they were bound and determined to make it to state that year. They were not going to accept anything less than amazing. This put an incredible amount of pressure on us younger girls. I remember going to every practice nervous that I was going to mess up and they get mad at me. I never really felt at ease with them. In the first few games I got good playing time. I was doing really well. I was finally getting comfortable out there on the field, but that was not the direction God was taking me and with one swift kick of the soccer

I was constantly looked down on, as through the practices, varsity players continuously knock me down and run me over. One varsity player named Jordan Zorbas hit me so hard I felt like a crash test dummy. Later in practices, the varsity roster was taped to the locker-room’s wall. I couldn’t place my name on the list, meaning that I was on the freshman team. I remember thinking,“ Why couldn’t I make it, “ but deep down I knew why. I began practicing with the freshman team at linebacker. September 7th we had our first game against Ida Baker high school. I remember making the first tackle of the game, with me wrapping the running back and stripping the ball from his meaty hands. Although I started the whole game, I was not satisfied with my performance and felt that I should’ve done

This football camp I attended was only for the elite offensive linemen in the state of Massachusetts, but I received an invite my senior year to attend this. I was nowhere near one of the elite offensive linemen in the state, but the coach that ran it was a coach in my league. I have been battling it out with his team for the past three years, and the last person I expected anything from was this man. I was the smallest left tackle in our entire league for my entire high school career. But this coach admired my hustle, passion, and perseverance of being a smaller player, I also stopped his top defensive end every single year. So, when I got to the camp, all the other players would look at me like I was a boy among men. That whole week I was doing everything in my power to keep up with them, but my skills weren’t comparable to theirs. The thing that got me noticed at the camp was I went up against the biggest and most skilled guys there and didn’t care for one minute about getting shown up. I wanted to be the best player I could be, and the only way that would be possible is if I went against the best.

I started the first few weeks wanting to impress the head coach to prove to him I deserved a spot within the starting nine on the varsity level. I practiced hard, never goofed off, and went to the cages with my dad on the weekends. I wanted to make the varsity level to show my family and myself that I could do it and that I was good enough to compete at the varsity high school softball level. When I was younger, I made the team I wanted, I never considered failing to be part of me. The big week came, the teams were posted all seven freshmen had made a team but yet to find which side of the paper their name

In the regular season my dad’s team lost a game to Cedar Rapids. They lost 13-7 and the game wasn’t as close as the score was. Everyone knew the Cedar Rapids team was better than them and they knew the only way they would beat them in the playoffs would be to play harder than they did. After losing the game the coaches came up with a new style of playing and the players bought in, thinking it would be the difference that led them to a state championship. They went on to play Cedar Rapids in the state semi-finals. In a very hard fought game they beat Cedar Rapids 14-13 and went on to play in the state championship game. After they won that game, the entire town was behind them as they went to try and win the first state championship in school history. Also, in the state championship they played a really good team and they were projected to get destroyed by. But my dad’s team was able to pull off the upset and win the state championship 24-11. My dad was happy to win the championship, but he was happier for some of his teammates and coaches because he knew that winning that game would be the best moment in some of their

Over the course of this semester, we have talked about the five main religions, each of which containing their own views, backed by their own scriptures and holy books. Due to a length limit, I am going to outline how the Protestant Bible and the Koran came to be in order to demonstrate the differences between how these books were created. I do not begin to understand all of the complications on this topic, nor will all of the arguments that could be made be touched on; however, my critical analysis will include how these books were manifested, and their unique paths to authentication and being accepted by the people of their religion.

I was confident. I was a better basketball player and everyone knew it. Each day after tryouts I told my dad "I've got it this time." Needless to say, once again my name wasn't on the list. I was so dejected that I couldn't even look my dad in the eye when he picked me up. That night, I went straight to bed and skipped dinner. I later found out both my mom and dad silently cried because they knew how hurt I was. My friends kept telling me I should have made the team, but that didn't change the fact that they were playing and I just had to sit in the stands and watch night after night. I went to every single game that season, and supported my friends; all the while feeling empty because I couldn't be out there with

The first day of tryouts came around and I woke up that morning shaking with excitment and shear nervousness. I ate my bagel and chocolate milk, (a pregame ritual of mine) laced up my cleats, and was on my way. The second I got to the field I knew I was in for a long day. Most of the guys were double my size and looked like they were professionals. After a few days of the long, hard, and grueling tryout process the coaches posted the team on their website. When I saw my name wasn't on the list I felt spiteful, angry, even a little ashamed with myself. I knew I deserved a spot on that team and I was determined to claim it.

I felt my heart racing as I imagined making the top team in the club. I knew right then and there that I was going to try out for the team as soon as I discussed it with my parents. After my parents’ approval, I went to the first tryout with high expectations and aspirations. The tryout was going well at first; my skill was evident on the ice. I was making quick passes and skating hard. I will never forget the fateful pass that happened next. I remember the play in slow motion. I passed the puck through the center ice, a precarious move, but it was intercepted by the opposing team and as a result they scored a swift goal. Groans from the other players could be heard and my heart sank. That pass would determine my fate. After the tryout, I undressed slowly replaying the pass repeatedly in my head. Coach Ruben walked out of his office with the list of players who made the team in his hand. As he posted the list on the bulletin board, all the eager players ran over, examining the list of names. I stared at at the list for what seemed like an eternity searching for my name, but it was not there. I stifled my disappointment and followed my parents out to the car. To my ten year old self, my dreams were crushed and I assumed my hockey career was over before it even

Emily Dickinson was a poet of the 19th century. Failure to fit in is expressed in the poem “I’m Nobody! Who are You?”. The theme of being a misfit is seen throughout the poem. The theme is similar to Paul Dunbar’s “We Wear the Mask”. Dunbar’s poem gives a voice to those who try to fit in but cannot. The theme of both poems is similar, but the tone of the poems is completely different due to the different perspectives of the speakers.

It 's true what they say about underdogs. They aren 't always expected to win but they can always surprise you. Me and my best friend Ben were very close we played every sport together basketball, baseball and everything. Baseball was starting up in the summer. little did we know that we were going to be part of an underdog story.

Unfortunately, we got beat in the sectional playoffs and had no shot of making it to the Little League World Series. Even though we didn’t reach our goal the experience that it left with me myself was amazing. With the quote that Thoreau comment had stated about not dwelling in the past is right with this story because we did fail and succeed and I did not dwell on it as much because I knew that the present and future opportunities are going to be better and dwelling on the past might make me miss it. The experience really told me that I can do anything once I put my mind to it since we did win our district for the third straight year which goes to show that almost anything is possible. My relationship to the world is seeing another 12-year-old group of boys trying to accomplish the goals that my team set out to do also. Even seeing the Little League World Series on T.V. makes me think back to when I was once that same 12-year-old boy playing baseball with my friends and making memories to last a lifetime.

“Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.” –Jean Anouilh. George Orwell’s Animal Farm was published in 1983 by Penguin Groups; it is considered a “fairy” story or political satire and is used to show totalitarianism is an understandable way. As communism spread throughout Eastern Europe in the mid-20th century, many people did not grasp the concept until it was too late. Orwell used several historical figures and moments to portray his characters and their battles. The pigs in Animal Farm used ignorant masses, emotions, and the appeal of fears to influence the other animals.