Personal Narrative: Colt Classic Tournament

It was half-way through the second quarter in the semifinals, and the Sun Valley Vikings were up by 14. They were on our own 10-yard line, and they were handing it off to one of their biggest and best players, Jack Krump, up the middle. I was in at safety, and I ran up to tackle him at the five-yard line but he came trucking through I just bounced right off of him like a wall. I heard the crowd cheering, so I could tell he scored a touchdown. They kicked the field goal and it was, good. We then ran into formation to receive the kickoff.

It was the seventh game of the regular season, we were winning each game by a margin of 30 or more points; we were invincible. At the time this team was no big rival of ours and we thought nothing of the game beforehand. The game started, and we were winning, like usual. Then out of nowhere the other team started to score points,

“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.

One time when playing travel baseball my team played in a 16 youth tournament , and we were the only 14 and 15 year old team. We were a very small team in size and numbers , but we had a great amount of talent for our size and age. The tournament took place in Columbus Ohio. We were the only team from Tennessee in the tournament , and we worked very hard all year to make it to the tournament. We played up in pretty much every tournament all season , so we came prepared to see some very talented and big teams. Sure enough we showed up to our hotel the first day arriving and there were tons of teams staying in the same hotel , and by the looks of these teams we were by far the smallest team. The next day was the start of the tournament and we

That day still feels like it was yesterday, that day was one of the greats, we were playing the undefeated team for the championship. Boy wasn't I excited, the park gym was packed to me it felt as if I was playing at Staples Center. Before tipoff I had all these thoughts and doubts running through my mind cause everybody in that gym was rooting for the other team. This game was close as we both fought for the title, there were many lead changes in the game who knew who was gonna come out on top. Clutch time, fourth quarter ten seconds left, tied game, the crowd is going wild as it felt like the building was about to collapse. My coach calls a timeout as I run towards the huddle I glance at the score tie game with ten seconds left we have a chance to prove everyone wrong. This was it, this is what he feels, this is why we practice, I knew I had to make this shot. As we set up in our positions that our coach had scribbled on his clipboard, the referee hands in the ball and we begin to run the play, as i struggle to get open I knew the clock was ticking I had no time to waste as soon as I catch that ball. Finally

When I was younger, every summer my travel baseball team participated in the conference, regional, and hopefully state. But this particular summer in 2012 on our “U-14” travel team, will never leave my memory. As most might think, baseball is not always the most intriguing sport, but the series of events leading to the most exciting time of my life could leave even the most “baseball-skeptical” person speechless.

I had a very significant basketball game I played in a couple months ago. If we would have lost we would have been out of the play offs. The team we were playing against were good, it was a very competitive game. Our team was scoring and then their team was scoring, Then was starting to get physical. I was playing good but in the fourth quarter they started to double team me. When I started throwing turnovers my teammates started to get frustrated with me. These were passes i usually can make in my sleep but the defense was so overpowering there was nothing I could do about it. I then started to pass the ball to my teammates as soon as the double team came, recognizing their pattern and they started hitting shots to keep the score close as

The lights flicker on as I sit up lazily in my chair. I try to focus on the television screen as it goes black. I attempt to recollect my thoughts of what I had just seen. Then it came back to me, I was watching another one of those same cheesy videos about someone who had overcome failure to accomplish something great. I didn’t give the video any thought because all I could think about was the 8th-grade boy’s basketball tryouts after school. I was excited about the upcoming season and was eager to join the team. I watched and played basketball every day, so I felt confident in my ability to play the game the right way. As tryouts began I noticed the other kids playing extremely well so I exerted myself to step up my game and play their style.

It was such a great game that both teams were having trouble scoring the ball; because how hard we both were working on defense. The game started to really come to an end. From the looks of the game it would look like the the game will come to someone shooting a buzzer beater. Mine you that this game was so lit and energetic that you would think this was a college game, but it was not. It was an elementary game; Waldon Woods versus James Madison. As the game began to end the opponent team was up by 1 point from a kid shooting a three to put them ahead and there was only 4.3 seconds on the clock. My coach called a timeout. We were sweating hard and very nervous I was thinking that we needed to score so I told the coach with confidence that i wanted the shoot the last basket to win the game to go to the next playoff game. In my head when he drew up the play for me too score I was focused and determined to make the last shot. I was sweating very hard and excited that coach trust me to score the last bucket. When my teammate inbounded the ball and I received it the clock began to count down. I ran to the basket as fast i could and shot a floater of a kid and it went all

I look at the clock 15 sec the score is 95 tartan 96 north polars.Coach told me that the ball coming to me. The ref whistle blown it is game time.jared throw in the ball into me. I put ball on the ground cross over 10 sec i drive the lane 5 sec i do a eurostep i put up a layup. It goes in.i look at the clock 0 sec. WE WON. the team piled on top of me. I was so happy. I was not just a win it was pride because we were there rivals. We were 1-0 in the season.

My mind raced as I thought about what to do. I wanted to make the right decision. During our FLL competition, I had to make a quick decision if I wanted to run the robot again or not. This was a time I believe I was tested. My teammates wanted me to do it again. I wanted others to have a chance. I wasn’t sure if I made the right decision at that moment. Everyone is tested in different ways, and I was tested to see if I would choose myself or others.

I went to Siga prefecture and stayed three days there in this summer. So I had baseball tournament. The first day, my team had first game and won.

In the year of 2014, I decided that I wanted to play basketball. So then, I tried out for the Oxford Park Commission basketball team and made it. Soon it was down to our final season and when I was playing basketball, our team was down by 12 during the first quarter just about to be the second quarter. I was sitting on the bench waiting for the coach to call my name so that he can put me back in the game., I knew then that I would be able to help my team win the game, or at least try. I was already in game mode because I had started off the game with 10 points, 2 steals, and 1 block. While in the second quarter, I was playing shooting guard and my teammate Syvonte was playing point guard as we saw each other running down the court. Soon it

This situation happened during my sophomore year when I missed the last shot which cost my team the championship game. The game was intense, there was about five minutes left in the game and we were ahead by one point. After the opposing team scored taking the lead, we took the ball out of bounds for a throw in. My teammate didn’t see the opposing player and threw the ball right to him allowing them to score yet another two points. There were two minutes and thirty seconds left. The game was scoreless until the last forty-five seconds of the game. Then it happened. I shot a long three pointer tying the game, with the assist coming from my reliable ally. The crowd was on their feet, high-pitched screaming and cheering the Spartans to victory. There was now 30 seconds remaining in the game, and the opposing side called for a timeout to take a breather and come up with a play. We got back on the court with the crowd still roaring like a lion in the wild. During the last 15 seconds, the opposing team scored a basket. We called for a timeout to arrange a play for our offense. The coach wanted me to catch and shoot off the screen. The pressure was on, and I became anxious and worried as if my heart was about to burst out of