Personal Narrative Essay : My Personal Experience In Sports

I believe in sports. I believe that it is capable of changing the world. Sports are a part of our culture that all started with the ancient Greeks. I think sports is a way to unite people as it has throughout the years. Sports can bring people all across the country together. It brings countries together to compete in games and events instead of fighting each other. Sports can not only bring strangers together, but also bring family together. For example, a son can bond with his father through sports. When you play a sport and you lose, your true character shows. Some people are sore losers and jerks after they lose. Then there are some people that congratulate the other team, even though they are upset. I however am a little bit of both. When I play sports, most of the time I show sportsmanship and

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.

My bad side and my good side said to me at the same time, “Let me at him.” I decided to let both my sides one him but more of my good side. I slid into the kid and the reff said nothing but the kid and the parents were yelling and staring me down. Nearing the end of the first half the team had connected passes starting with me and Alex had the fist goal of the game. We ended the first half with the score 1 to 0 us. Our coach told us that we needed to connect passes better and not let those three kids behind us.

It was 11:00 AM, a brisk cold morning, on January 12, 2016. I was on my way to the basketball game I had, and I was nervous. Nothing new to me though, because I am always nervous before a sporting event, but this was a special one. This was the game that decided our season. I always talk to my dad before the game about what he wants to see me do, and he told me, “Act like a leader to your teammates so they will trust you with the ball, and even a clutch shot, also they will all have a good attitude no matter what happens”

Growing up as a girl who hated dresses and skirts, I never would have thought that the sport I would fall in love with would require me to wear a kilt. I never had even heard of field hockey before sixth grade. My favorite sport growing up was basketball, so when I made the B team in sixth grade, I was beyond devastated. I felt like a failure and was embarrassed. I was on a completely opposite team from all the teammates I grew up playing with. I analyzed every play I did at tryouts, trying to think of what I could have possibly done wrong to make the evaluators think I was not good enough for the A team. I couldn’t think of anything I would have done incorrectly, but that didn’t distract me from feeling like a failure.

My 7th grade football coach once said It’s not about how hard you fall, It’s about how fast you get back up.” This is one of the many lessons you learn in football that you will never forget. This is one story my team, coaches, and parents, would never forget and it all starts in 6th grade, practicing to take on Naperville North with my football team.

I was in Canada for a hockey tournament and it was the semi finals. I was going for a breakaway and then boom, there were two hits his sharp graphite stick piercing my pack and my fist curling into a ball and smacking against the ice. I needed one more goal to win this game and i was so close. I broke my wrist at that moment and I needed to play so I didn’t tell anyone about my wrist then. I pushed through the pain and persevered. The score was 3 - 3 and there were 5 minutes left. Jonathan and I were in the zone passing it back and forth in the zone trying to get a clean shot. Im at the top of the zone I skate in signaling at jonathan to do the move that we practiced, my hand pulsing with pain, I skate in on the goalie with jon close behind

Sports participation has prepared me for the future by making me stronger physically and mentally. Throughout my many days as a high school athlete I came across many hardships, coaches, losses, wins, and much more. The hardships were very unwanted, but they made me stronger mentally by learning to cope with criticism. I will have to encounter criticism in my everyday life as an adult, and experiencing it early in life makes it easier and less severe for the future. I have had many wins and been a part of countless exciting victories, this gave me happiness and hope for the future. Next, losses and defeat is a hard thing to accept, but I believe it shows me that the forthcoming will have difficulties that I must be able to bear. It has taught

Well as an athlete for the past four years in high school. I have gone through many ups and downs in my sport. My sport is cross country running. As an athlete I have experienced many injuries that have knocked me down from my performance. However, these injuries didn't totally keep me down. I always get back up even stronger and faster than ever before. I started running the summer right before my freshman year. It was just a fun idea my friends and I thought about. We wanted to run as fun thing to do to just hang out. For instance, never in my wildest dreams did I think I was going to end up loving the sport. As an incoming freshman I was pretty slow compared to my team mates who have been running years before me. Indeed, this was the thing that kept me going.

This is my story as an All-Star cheerleader. Everything was fantastic. We had been qualifying to compete in the World Championships, year in and year out. Then it all changed. We lost a few competitions in a row and it seemed everyone had turned on me. The practices became dreadful. The coaches I looked up to and trusted for years, were now ridiculing my every move, making me think I was a terrible athlete. This was difficult for me to wrap my head around, since I knew deep in my soul that it was not true. Even worse, everything snowballed. My friends and teammates starting making the same remarks by whispering behind my back and tormenting me in the group message. “You’re so dumb Karlee, it is all your fault we lost,” and “All

“Can we get coaches please,” it was the night of the twelve and under state championship game. Right when we got to the field you could smell the fresh cut grass, as they got the field looking nice. We were getting warmed up and getting pumped about the game. Then all the sudden you could hear the umpire say, “Its game time.” As we take the field all you could feel is the ground rumble from the fans jumping up and down on the bleachers. While on the field, no ball got between us and we got the first three outs of the game really quick. The same happened to us, we hit the ball right to the other team’s players. The game went on and on like this until the last inning. Since we were the home team we had to take the field first in the last inning.

Time and time before the games most of us didn’t listen, or follow rules until it was game time. We put on our gear and relaxed. This day my teammates and I wanted to play around throw the footballs at each other sneak, and do things behind the coaches back when they weren’t looking. I was kind of at ease today other than any other time before a game. I figured since I don’t start why should I worry about anything I ride the bench, but I had no clue my teammate who starts over me was going to be late that’s when

Since the day I’ve saved a goal, to my first hit on a baseball field, my passion for sports has invariably given me a dose of adrenaline unlike any other. In my search for my perfect dose, like chef, I venture and try things that I am not familiar with. In high school, I endeavored into distinct branches of physical endurance. Baseball taught me how to strategize in moments of brief thoughts and Hurdles (Track and Field) have taught me that in order to achieve my goal I must concentrate on my objective and go after it relentlessly.

But like all teenagers I ignored it . The game was so normal and bland we proceeded to blowing out the team before half time ended 4-0 . I already bagged 2 goals and was being a pest to the opponents defense. During half time I could hear the other teams coach telling his players who they had to shut down. My number got called out along with our star player Edgar . Once the game begun again the intensity was crazy. It seemed as if we weren’t even playing soccer anymore and were playing rugby. I know it was going to be a blood bath as soon as I heard the other teams parents yelling out racial slurs. Personally I’m a calm player , but this time was different . The other team told my mother to shut her trap. And ironically the parent who said son was guarding me. So I took it upon myself to seek justice. I gave a short pass to my forward on purpose in order to get an opening on the parents kid. I slid the guy cleats up and took him out for the rest of the game . And oh did it feel so good to hurt that kid although he did nothing wrong. But like life what comes around goes around and it was my turn. Literally the same play happened, the other team passed a skimp ball and I was on the receiving end. As soon as I received the ball it was déjà vu I

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.