Personal Narrative: My Waukesha Hockey Team

The third game, that was previously postponed, was a tie at 8-8 with a team from Bucks County. Then it was a waiting game to see who and when we would play. We ended up playing a team called Big Sky and won that game. Then right after that we played York A team for the gold medal; which no keystone west team had ever won. The game was a long one if you were playing even though the game was only 40 minutes it felt like 2 hours. The game was 6-2 at the half and the keystone West team were winning. With under 1 minute left in the game the score was West 12 a York A had 8. York ran the ball down the field and then throw it out of bounds with under 30 seconds. West got the send it call and that is what they did and ended that throw with a goal. That ended the game and all but one of the West team ran to their goalie but I did not. I was in so much shock from how I went from one position to another in under a year and was one of the best in Western PA and how much we practice we had to let this moment happen. I am now and was and will always be proud of what happened with this

On the ice I realized the real extent of what was going on, there was 52 kids in total, 5 coaches, and one hour to decide what the team would be this year, they need 6 defence, 9 forwards, and 2 goaltenders. Making it so only 17 out of 52 kids could make it, I almost lost hope. This team was a big deal to

Being girls of the ages fourteen to eighteen we did not know how to react. We have never in our life went to school and heard all these headlines about how the program we worked so hard to build is not going to make it in our county. Knowing we had no support from anyone besides our coaches and families led us to constantly being down. We were continuously mocked of from higher ranked teams, even if we won a game. All that proceeded in our heads were that how can people think so small of a group of teenage girls. No one wanted to be last in our division anymore, but we didn't have faith in ourselves as a result of no one having confidence in us.

“Man I’m nervous,’’I said to no one in particular inside the brand new, white Toyota 4Runner.

It had been a long season, many losses, but many learning moments, we were second to last in the league and only had about ten wins. The only thing we had going for us, the playoffs. We had tied the West Kent Hawks and beat two other teams 7-1 and 10-2 to make it here, and there I was. Sitting in the locker room with a blank stare and hands hanging from my chest guard, this is usually what happens before games. I was anxious to get on the ice, but neverous too, because this is how the little caesars playoffs work.

A memory that is etched into my brain is when I was asked to come back and be on a national lacrosse team. This summer I went to try out for a national lacrosse team down in Ocean City. The team’s was named, “ Diamond National” and they were a pretty good national team. This is the first time I tried out for a national team and I thought I didn’t do my best at the tryouts. Even though I didn’t do my best I was still asked to come back.

My freshman year we entered playoffs with a hopeful optimism that in our first year in 3A, the largest division, we could make a statement that we were here to stay. In the end, the game didn’t go our way. There were some questionable calls made but in the end, it is what it is: we weren’t good enough to win. A tough reality but often times you learn more from a loss than from a win. Sophomore

The day the team got together and fought threw a tough battle facing pinnacle high school. It was our second home game and our record was 1-2. After all of the hard work we had put in over summer, we realized we could not lose, especially in front of our home crowd. At the beginning of the game we did our usual warm-ups, I have never felt so much adrenaline pushing threw my veins in my life. After the warm-ups the whole team got in a big huddle, we chanted a chant that will never be forgotten and one day make history for the pride. After the chant we got ready for kick-off, lined up and ready to go. The crowd started cheering at the first 2 seconds of the game “go pride go, go pride go”. This made the whole team nervous, not just because there was so many

I have never met a group of guys like my teammates. They are goofy, they know the hockey talk, they basically are closer to you than you can imagine. That group of guys have shaped my identity in a good way. They pushed me out of a comfort zone to the point I can go up and talk to anyone anywhere. For instance, it was much easier to talk to random girls we meet when we go out.

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.

At all times a team needs to be working together as a unit. If a team does not work together they will fail. For instance, a team must break out the puck from their defensive zone. No one person can do this on their own. This is different from any other sports like baseball which is more judged on each effort of an individual. Thus makes hockey an exceptional game that generates an unbreakable bond between teammates. Hockey players are brothers off the ice. Hockey creates a silent bond of respect for each other. For an example, hockey has the World Cup. An event where the world's professional hockey players come together and compete with their home nation. During this event, rivals meaning players that play against each other, are then put as teammates. They might hate each other when they are on different teams but once brought together, by this silent bond that no other sport creates, they are willing to sacrifice everything for each

I remember the first day I put on my skates. I wobbly stood up as I stepped onto the ice. My feet tapping below me trying to get a grip on the ice. As time and years went by I was on the ice more and more and that’s when it hit me, the thought of doing this for a living and becoming a hockey player.

Growing up, I was always an awkward child. I did not speak much, and I had friends in elementary school, but I usually spent most of my time alone. My house in Bloomfield, New Jersey, did not help with my personality at all. In fact, it hurt me. Outside, the plot of grass in the backyard was about as minuscule as my bedroom, only about 16 by 16 feet. The worn and rusty red fence made me feel like I was in a high-security prison. In the front of the house, the driveway was large enough to contain two cars, with very little room for anything else. It was surrounded by a rectangular brick wall with bushes on the top. I rarely played outside, because Bloomfield was a town with a lot of crime, and my mother did not want me to get kidnapped. Although

Our team practice everyday for 2 hours and our record was 23-1. We were the first team ever to win in our age division to ever win for St.Mary’s. We had a hard time in the beginning of the season. One of our best players injured her knee. She was running towards the loose ball and her knee twisted. She was out for the rest of the season. Looking back on it made me better because I learned how hard you to to practice or try to achieve your goal.

The crowd went absolutely wild, and everyone was hugging (compound). My team and I were in a group hug in the middle of the court with our coach. When we turned to the crowd, it erupted with applause (complex). I went over and hugged my best friend, Delaney, and we told each other that we each did outstanding. We then were presented with medals and the State Championship trophy. We all stood huddled on the floor, holding the trophy high above our heads. After that, all the fans and parents came onto the floor. I could tell that my parents were ready to embrace me.