Personal Narrative: Joining A Hockey Team

One time I experienced failure was when I was trying out for an indoor field hockey league. The field hockey league had three different teams, the academy (the lowest), elite (the middle team), and high-performance (the highest). I was very eager to begin the indoor field hockey season and I had high hopes that I would make the highest team. On the day of tryouts, I had a major case of butterflies in my stomach but I was still eager to start the season. However, as soon as I stepped on the field the nerves began to take over my whole body and I became quite timid. I did ok in the skills portion but when it came to the scrimmage I chickened out a bit. The girls trying out were big and strong and had amazing skills and I instantly began to think I was

From the age of three, my life was nothing but Hockey. With a father who was a hockey player and a brother 3 years older already playing hockey, it was clear which sport I was going to get into. Once I started walking, my parents put me on the ice to learn the game of hockey. I instantly fell in love and I have continued playing to this day. Once it came time to play high school hockey, it all got serious. I was a freshman on the varsity team with my brother, who was a senior at the time. This was nothing but an emotional year for me, it was my first year in high school and my last year to play on a team with my brother. Once my brother graduated, he decided to go onto Juniors hockey, which is what I would do once I graduated. By the time I graduated high school, my brother would exceed the age limit for juniors hockey, so

Second year as an Under-10 Squirt level hockey player for the New Jersey Colonials ice hockey team proved to be a challenging and harrowing experience that shaped the course of my future hockey career. I was a determined, naïve child with fantasies of playing in the NHL when I grew older. The source of my troubles began with Coach Ruben, a relentless, unforgiving hockey coach. Coach Ruben was in charge of determining the AAA hockey team that I desperately wanted to make. Unfortunately, I would not have that opportunity. My mom, compassionate and sympathetic, guided me through the confusing maze of anger and depression. My dad, a coach and former hockey player, gave me valuable, supportive advice that would change my hockey expectations and

My heart was pounding like an elephant walking as I waited in line, although I wasn’t even really that nervous. In my head I knew it was going to be hard to make the team as a 6th grader I think that’s why I didn't get myself all worked up about it and nervous because there was a 50% chance of me making the team. In my head, I said to myself that I would love to make the team.

It was my sophomore year, and the day had come to find out who made the varsity lacrosse team. We piled into the locker room to discover rows of brand new helmets. The list of the varsity players was written on the whiteboard. The team was excited, the locker room buzzing with noise. My heart dropped as I realized that my name wasn’t written there. My friends were admiring their new helmets and I had to hold back tears and disappointment. I know now that I still had to be developed at the junior varsity level, but it wasn’t easy to understand back then. At practice that day, I played out of pure spite, every move filled with rage. You aren’t good enough, I thought. I left practice that day without saying goodbye to my friends.

“I believe that we will win! I believe that we will win! I believe that we will win! One! Two! Three! Gooooo Breakers!” I believe that those six words helped my lacrosse team win the championship game and motivate me to score my first goal of the season!

My first Opening season game was two years ago at the Blues Hockey stadium in ST. Louis Mo. It was a cold day, The sun was barely shining and I had just got to ST. Louis driving thru the city making our way to the hockey rink. The traffic was horrible and not safe there was tons of people walking on the streets trying to get to that game. When we finally got there we pulled into the parking garage and got out the car after we did that we put on our jerseys and went to the side of the garage and watched tons of people rolling in and not to mention the band that was there. After the band was done we went inside and found our seats when we got there we had an unlimited buffet of food to eat, I had chicken tenders, hot chocolate, soda, and hot

The futures field hockey camp. The best from all over the state practice from January to April at the nearby college to then compete in one, possibly two, tournaments. Regionals and then, if you make it passed, nationals. A chance to practice with the US Olympic team.

It all started at the beginning of tryouts. The week of excitement and nervousness. Everyone was already making guesses on who was gonna be on the team. Then so it started, the first day was pretty easy and so was the next. The third was conditioning day, which was the worst. Then the last two days were fairly easy too. But those days were the most nerve racking. Those were the days when the cuts were made.

I grew up as an older sibiling who really had no one to express myself with. There are kids who live in secluded areas or just don't have the social skills to find other friends. Organized activites changed my perspective as a young child on how to actually have fun with my other peers. I personally liked playing basketball and was quite decent at the sport, I quickly developed friends who enjoyed the sport as much as I did. After awhile I started hanging out with a variety of different kids who were mutual friends between my friends and I.

I just became a part of the high school field hockey team during the summer of my junior year; although, I did have previous experience with playing in middle school, elementary school. I fell in love

It's late afternoon, on a misty spring day in Nipawin. Four o’clock on the dot as the SJHL hockey team; Humboldt Broncos, are getting ready for the provinces biggest game of the year. Game five of the semi-finals, for Nipawin Hawks and Humboldt Broncos, scheduled to play at seven. As the Humboldt Broncos are packing up their stuff to load onto the bus, the assistant captain; Kaleb Dahlgren, was chanting the team name to get everyone pumped for game five.

As a member of the lacrosse team, I often hear our coach utter many words about the class of the team. At the start of the season, I disregarded these words as drivel, and continued to act the same way. I had always seen myself as a man with class, and would not have given much thought to any wrongdoings I may have had, and played them off. I have since realized that the way in which you act, holds more prevalence on the way you are portrayed as a person, and impacts the way you will get through life.

I had stolen a hockey stick. My hockey buddies dared me to. But I had a problem. What would I do? I had stolen 150 dollars of composite fibers and wood. Thats a good bit of cash! What should I do now, is all I could think. Should I tell somebody, or just leave it a secret? I was so stressed, I could burst. Then, it came to me.

It was with nervous energy that I first stepped on the field. I watched as the older girls slipped on their shin guards and laced up their cleats, all while carrying on animated conversations about their summer breaks. I anxiously waited for someone to tell me what to do because I felt utterly lost. Thankfully, the coach soon showed up and began handing out shin guards and other equipment to the freshmen and new players. This was the beginning of the most physically demanding day of my life: my first field hockey practice.