Personal Narrative: 16 Youth Tournament

When I was younger, basketball was all I wanted to play, it just looked like so much fun. In fifth grade I had my parents sign me up for CYB, then in sixth grade I tried out for middle school basketball and played all the way up until ninth grade. In middle school when I was in eighth grade I was awarded the captain position and that helped me build leadership and responsibility. All of the players especially the younger ones knew they could always come to me at any time if they needed anything or help with anything. High school basketball was a lot different than middle school. In middle school I was one of the star players so I played a lot but in high school that changed. I sat the bench a lot that taught me patience and understanding even

When I was nine years old, I was offered the opportunity of a lifetime - or rather, the biggest opportunity a nine year old could be offered. After three years of playing little league, and one year of All-Stars, I was contacted and informed of a new travel ball organization starting up – the Portage Bulldawgs. I was shocked. Travel ball was the epitome of organized baseball up until the high school level. When my dad told me the Dawgs (that's what we referred to the team as) wanted me to try out, I was so ecstatic that I could barely finish eating my dinner.

I really didn’t do to well hitting but the rest of my team did and that’s what meant a lot to me and watching my teammates making plays and working as hard as the possible can play in that field made me supper happy. It came down the last inning and we kind of just fell apart in the field but we still have to fight and play hard and just because we are losing doesn’t mean we stop playing. The game finally came to the end and the seniors started getting emotional and then everyone on the team started to get a little emotional it was a very hard loss for the whole team and the coaches. After knowing that we had a great season the team got together for one big last eagles on three for the

We were on our way to Indianapolis for Nationals. My friend Brett and I stayed up until three in the morning waiting for my father to come pick us up. My dad arrived around three-thirty in the morning. We arrived at Victory Field around eight-thirty that morning. Victory Field is where the Indianapolis Indians play. They’re the triple-a team for the Cleveland Indians. My dad had to go to a coaches meeting so Brett and I went and walked around the stadium. Eventually, when the meeting was over we headed to our hotel. Once we got to the hotel we checked in and went to our game. Our first game, we faced a team from Indiana. They couldn’t handle us and we won 27-4. Our second game we beat another Indiana team 8-2. It was now bracket time and we

Our 8th grade basketball team were putting on a show! Opponents would enter bobcat territory where our team would play a hard fight to take another win. Every game spectators are left in astonishment after witnessing determination, willingness, and our spirit until the clock expires down to its last second.

We practiced everyday nonstop and won game after game. We became infamous to the other teams for our ability to decimate our competition. Everything was going well until the semifinals when I was called up to bat. I never had to bat in any of the previous games because there was a turnover before I even had a chance to bat. I was completely dumbfounded, I double checked with the coach to make sure I was truly next, I then asked the batting coach and he said the same. I nervously put on my gloves and helmet as I watched the previous player who had stuck out come back to the dugout with his head down. It was the last inning and there were players on first, second, and third. A tied game between us and the White Sox. I slowly dragged myself to home plate and stood there. I raised the bat behind my head and held it firmly just as my batting coach said. I concentraded my breathing as sweat began to collect on my fore head. We had two outs and all I had to do was tap the ball and we would go on to the finals and then glory. The pitcher gazed took a deep breath and paused. Then in a blink of an eye he

My team,coaches,and I all headed to the dug out of the field we were going to play on. We put our softball bags and waters in there including more things and we grabbed are gloves and masks and headed out on the field to play some catch. Then we all were finished so we hads to go back into the dugout for a drink of water,put down are gloves and masks and grabbed are helmets and bats. That flew by and the time for the game was getting closer and closer and I was getting more nervous by the minute but i was really excited. My whole team was pumped up and ready put in the inside of are head was saying the complete opposite and was filled with negativity. After we were all warmed up and loose we started to head over to another dug out at another field for a private pep talk with our coaches.

“Tweet Tweet,” screamed the birds as the sun smacked Tyler and me in the face with its Florida heat hotter than jalapenos.

My team won 3 out of 4 hockey games in my hockey tournament. It was the championship game for a banner and a medal. We were playing the Ice Dogs who we had originally beaten 3-1. Over the summer we did so much dry land on the track and my dad said it will all pay off today. I stepped on the ice for warm ups and the ice felt smooth under my skates. I was prepared for a hard hockey game.

Ever wonder how I did at my league tournament for wrestling? If you don't then you should. First, I walked on the mat for my first match. The first match was probably the hardest match of the day. I had to wrestle a kid named karson Brandt, he was from holton. I beat him 9-1 in a three period battle.

We went from having a losing record, and not even making the playoffs. To going thirty-five and six, and sweeping the playoffs. Our team chemistry was amazing; the team spent time together everyday after practice. Whether it was hitting, going to somebody's house and playing games, or even going out to eat. The team was literally together constantly. Another thing that helped our team change drastically was that many of us started to work out on our own. We became stronger and faster; which ultimately lead to us winning more games. We would step off the bus and intimidate our opponents. We were so much bigger than everybody else. We also bought into what our coach was preaching to us. We believed that we were better than anybody we played. Therefore, we went into the game with huge confidence, and in baseball confidence is

Gabe’s quote that he chose that best represented his presentation stood out to me. I can relate to these words of wisdom with volleyball. Getting to the State Tournament is never easy for high school volleyball. My sophomore year we fell short in the second round to qualify and that was so disappointing for our team. The next year we came back with lots of intensity and drive, but fell short in the last game before qualifying. Fortunately, we took all the anger and disappointment and worked our tails off. We ended up qualifying, it was one of the coolest experience that has happened to me, and it shows that hard work pays off in the end, and to never give up.

My team that summer, the Bengals, wasn't anything special, either. We had one or two pretty talented guys, but most, like me, were just barely what you could call decent. But somehow we'd almost scraped through the first round of playoffs, with only one game standing between us and semifinals. Predictably, the game had come down to the last inning, the Bengals had two outs and players on second and third base, and it was my turn at bat. It was like one of those moments you see in movies. The scrawny kid who no one really believed in hits a miraculous home run, winning the big game for his underdog team and becoming a local legend. Except my life wasn't The Sandlot, and any hopes my teammates or coach might've had for a last-minute rally to victory were crushed with my third swing-and-miss when the umpire sent me back to the dugout with a "strike three - you're out!"

It was cloudy in the late morning, which meant even the weather didn’t look promising, Even more optimistically looking it seemed like the clouds were about to rupture into trillions of droplets each one a part of me about to shatter from humiliation. And obviously rain and humidity were the best conditions for field hockey. The building looked more downcast than I’d ever seen it, and when my dad parked the car it became more evident that this was not going to go as faultlessly as I hoped it would.

I first started playing volleyball at a very young age. I was in the seventh grade when my volleyball career started. My sister started playing in the seventh grade and I just wanted to follow her footsteps. My seventh grade year was ok because I had just started out and really didn’t know the game. There was A team and a B team, where A team was better than the B team. I tried my best to be on the A-team, but guess where I ended up, on the B team.