Personal Narrative Analysis: Star Athletes

At the time, this angered me because I was unaware of the severity of my injury. The remainder of the game consisted of major plays, but an astonishingly low amount of scoring occurred. Finally, the fourth quarter was nearly at an end. Yet, the Panther’s defense faltered. It had been tricked by the same play that caused my concussion. Then, I saw the scoreboard showed 10-14 with the Panthers leading. The Dragon’s executed an onside kick, but they did not recover the ball. This led to a series of prolonged throws and passes. Nevertheless, the passes wasted enough time, so the game would end in the next 15 seconds. In finality, the Panthers rejoiced as they came to the realization that for the first time all season they may leave in

What is the only thing harder than disciplining a dozen ten year olds? Disciplining them on ice! All throughout my life I’ve played sports, and no matter what sport it was, there was always one person who seemed to have it out for me…the referee. The referee is one of the most hated people in the world of sports, but is also one of the most crucial. I grew up with the mindset that the referee was the enemy. Whenever they made a call against me or my team, they were always wrong, no matter how obvious the penalty was. But one day, my whole perspective on referees changed---the day I became a referee.

Boise State's ball first and ten Cozark snaps the ball pass incomplete, now it is second down and ten Cozark passes the ball and first down Boise State. Cozark hands it off and Hercules Mata’afa gets a tackle for loss. Second down and ten i'm watching Boise State on offence and us on defence hoping boise state does not get a touchdown. Then we get the ball back after a stop. First down incomplete, second down incomplete,third down incomplete. When we punt Kyle Sweet kicks it off and the ball flying in the air I am getting blocked and the player that was getting blocked by got hit by the ball and the cougs get the ball back with not very much time left. Then tyler hilinski hikes it, incomplete, second down he throws the ball deep to the endzone for the freshman jamire calvin and he catches it for a touchdown cougars with one minute left martin stadium goes electric. Boise state just knees the ball until overtime. I win the toss again and win and select to defer. Boise state first play run up the middle, second down incomplete, third down pass complete for six yards. Boise State kicks the field goal and its good, thirty four to thirty in OT. Our first offense possession we need a field goal to tie touchdown to win. We end up going

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

There I joined the football team and became a SGS bulldog. During practice we would get in eight lines of 6 and we would stretch. Our stretches would consist of lunges, butt kicks, high knees, backward lunges, sprint 10 yards, jog 10 yards. We would go through now played and old ones to make sure we were ready for the big game in Prattville. Obviously coach Morton didn't want us to go through our new plays because he wanted us to save them for when we really needed it. It was the day of the season's first game. We were hyped and ready to put Prattville in there place. First play coach put Robert marsh in the running back position. Very first play we scored but, the ref through a flag. We were sent back to the 45 yard line do to illegal celebration. The one thing that made me mad that day was there opposing team did the same thing but the didn't get a flag but, there was nothing that I could do. Do to not executing the plays right and no discipline we lost the game 36-22. The most inspirational thing I was told was "we didn't get beat by Prattville we got beat by ourselves" and coach was telling the truth. We are the only ones who can beat us. We went one and won all of our games. We were

Growing up an athlete I had always been in above average shape. I was a healthy weight with toned muscles but, like most teenagers, I was eating garbage. I loved cheeseburgers and ice-cream and everything in between. For years I was telling myself this diet was ok due to the fact that I worked out. It wasn't until my sophomore year when I stated wondering how great I could be if I ate correctly. I decided to get a food tracker app and count calories. I was going to stick to a strict eating plan making sure I was only eating 1200 calories a day and eliminating snacking all together.

Above the chatter, whistles, drums/instruments, and thud of pads, the PA system carries the announcers voice for all to hear. Young men decked out in pads, helmets, jerseys, cleats, and eye black attempt to settle the butterflies going crazy in their stomachs as they warm up. Coaches pace the field yelling anything that will motivate their players. They too are nervous, but they do their best not to let their players detect this. Coaches pace the field yelling anything that will motivate their players. They too are nervous, but they do their best not to let their players detect this. Moments later the crowd, cheerleaders, players, coaches, and referees put their hand over their hearts as the small school’s vocal talent sings the National Anthem. For a moment everything is still. As the words “Home of the brave” echo over speakers, clapping and cheering end the silence. It is Game time, the moment that everyone has waited all week for. Saturday morning the Old men of the town can be found at the local coffee shop discussing last night’s game. They discuss the state of the current team, reminisce previous years, and debate who the town’s greatest teams and athletes have

Knowing this was the last play I knew in my heart that I had to drive this kid into the dirt, more than I had been doing all night. I heard the last word that set me off, ‘’HIKE’’. I blasted out of my three point stance and pancaked this kid into the ground, looking around for anyone else that I could block, but I heard nothing but the thud of the kid hitting the ground. I turned back to see all the other linemen looking up at me from there three point stance, and our quarterback with the ball in his hands kneeling on the turf. That was game, we had won, and the kid I drove to the dirt got up, looked me in the eyes and said ‘’Good

Finding out that Coach Harmon won’t make it to the game was one of the most terrifying moments for Mission High School football team. He coached the Mission High School Bears for 12 years. Despite the fact that the Bears have always lost their rivalry game to Gateway High School, Coach Harmon never lost his hope in winning the golden football trophy , which was the most respected trophy in the county. We started a perfect season with 8 wins and a tie. Our team was getting ready for the big Friday game when we heard that Coach Harmon got into a car accident. Startled and bewildered, my teammates and I headed down the nearest hospital. It was really shocking

Many people dread Mondays, but I always looked forward to Mondays spent at TOPSoccer. This student-run, community-based program enables children with disabilities to learn the sport in a supportive environment. This is where I met Evan, an 11-year-old with cerebral palsy. Evan was limited in his mobility and had speech difficulties, which made communication trying at times, so forging a relationship with him was challenging; understandably, he wasn't the most willing participant. Over the next four years together, I continually sought new ways to engage Evan, whether pushing his wheelchair around the field house or playing catch. With my encouragement, Evan's attitude began to change. By my senior year, Evan's grinning face and clapping hands

I am getting myself prepared for the biggest game I have in my career. The 2014 State Championship game. My team had driven from Temple,Texas to San Marcos,Texas, a three hour drive. I am only a little bit nervous because I know my team can win. We are waiting for the game before us to finish so we can play our hearts out. The referee blows the final whistle, and we step on to field and warm up. We pass the ball around playing keep away. The referees call for captains. My coach tell me which side he wants and I went over. The outcome was my team got our side and kickoff which was a win-win. My coach gives my team the lineup. I am playing defense which is no surprise. We break out and take the field. The other team plays really tight, but we have played them before so we know what they are like. We pass quickly and work the ball around the field. Soon the other team is out of position ,and we score a goal. We do some more passing. Making the other team run more which makes them more tired. We take a few more shots but we miss. Half time is called and then we go back to work. The other team gets a break away and in chasing the girl. As soon as she kicks the ball as hard as she can I stick my right foot out. The ball hits my

I will never forget the day that I abandoned my trophies. They formerly stood, luminous yet dust covered on the highest shelf in my room, tall and proud, unlike my contempt. Gilded basketballs no longer rounded, resembled deflated balloons. As I ripped them off their ledge, lint covered my hands, reminding me of wiping my shoes off every chance I could on the court. But, that life was long gone, and it didn’t have the power to affect my future anymore.

We were in our positions and the whistle went off. Our midfielders had the ball. They passed to the strikers. The strikers passed and dribbled up the field. They were like a well-oiled machine. They were in the eighteen-yard box….six yard box...go….Go…..GO….GOAL! We had scored! It was a tie game! Our good luck didn’t last for long. One of the orange players had the ball in our box and I slide-tackled the ball. It was a penalty kick from inside the box, about ten feet from the goal. The kid taking the kick was tall and muscular, he was a football player on the wrong field.. He stepped back, took a breath, and shot the ball. I saw our goalie make a spectacular save, diving towards the top-left corner of the goal and barely punching the ball outside the goal. We had dodged a bullet, but the gun wasn’t empty yet. Around five minutes away from overtime, practically all of the orange team were in our box, trying to score. Sadly, to stop a goal, one of our teams defenders had to use their hands to stop a goal, which was another penalty kick ten feet from the goal, plus a yellow card for our team’s defender. It was the same kid taking the kick. He stepped back, took another breath, and shot. I looked away and heard cheering. Then, I saw my team’s offense roaring as they ran back to the middle of the field. The ball was in our keeper’s hands, and he was smiling. He had blocked the shot! Still, the game wasn’t over; it was one all and the next goal would probably win. We had the ball in the last minute of the game, before it would go into overtime. I passed to one of our midfielders, he passed to a striker, the striker dribbled to the box and shot and...SCORED! We had won the game! With one minute to spare, we did it! We won the

I have always been an active person, never being able to just sit inside and watch television for hours. Every since I was a child, my father always had me involved in a sport such as soccer, lacrosse, or field hockey. I never pursued soccer and lacrosse in high school, but I thoroughly enjoyed field hockey. I played from eighth grade to sophomore year. When junior year of high school came, I realized how out of shape I was and underqualified for the team. I loved playing, but I knew I wasn’t going to make the team. Ultimately I never tried out, and still to this day regret my decision.

On November 1, 2013, the day of Friday night football, Ouachita Parish High School and West Monroe High School went head to head in the biggest rivalry football game of the season. Everyone is super excited about the game; we could barely focus on our school work. Finally, game time approached slowly but surely, and the pressure has increased extremely. The long-awaited matchup was about to play out before the student body’s eyes. Sitting in the stands watching the game with eager, the crowd felt the tension between the rivals. The football players played