Personal Narrative: Phoenixville

Many balls had went to straight towards me again. At least they had been saved. But this was the final match point. We were at a tie of 24-24. Our “team” had got into a circle. One of the girls named Mackenzie got everyone to look at me. She finally said “Hadassah, nobody is mad at you this your first tryout. This last point will probably end up coming to you as well. Try to imagine you are playing at the

While other students were out celebrating the first week of summer, the New Albany Girls Lacrosse team was practicing for one of the biggest moments in their lives. They were preparing to compete in the Division II Lacrosse State Championship Game on June 1st. The team had one week to ensure they knew their plays, calls and were general ready for one of the toughest games of the year. Among this team there were twenty-five girls, and within this group of girls there were only two goalies. These two goalies, Kathleen Schell and Grace Anthony, had to hold the team together. Kathleen was talking to Grace before the end of practice and told her “I am really nervous, because I don’t know who coach is going to throw out there first. Also, what if

This was our opportunity to do so, before we had to act as competitors and not companions. After catching up, we rushed out of the changing room and into the gym, planting ourselves on the polished floors, our knee high socks sliding with every move we made. We sat in silence as the coach, Mr. McBurney, approached us and informed us about how each practice would play out, and about how even if some of us did not make the team, we should all treat each other as if we are teammates.

As the game started, I immediately knew that this game was going to be close. I was subbed in, handing off the dirty, yellow scrimmage jersey. Our opponents were good, but we were better. I stood there, wind blowing around the little hairs that wouldn't make it into my ponytail, ready for my opponent. I knew I had one job, to defend my goal. I located the girl who would later change the game for me. She was slightly taller than me. She had dark brown hair and bushy

The ball whipped through the air, echoing through the gym like the snap from a leather whip. Lauren, our libero,had served. I glanced at the flashing scoreboard and winced at the score: 21-23. The other team had received the ball and were ready to set their outside hitter. Their hitter made a lightning fast approach and the ball spun through the air over to our side, aimed right at me.

“Grace, take the kick!” My coach yelled. My heart hammered in my chest, my palms sweaty. I scanned all of the people from my team and the other team in between me and the net. If I make this shot my team will win, but if I miss it, we will probably lose. The field grew silent. I eyed the corner of the goal, and then the white and blue ball. That is where I wanted the ball to go, now I just had to get it there.

Well.. the winner! Let's play,” their coach yelled, as they began to play. It was crazy, the whole time both teams were tied. It came down to the last, finale seconds. Anzly took a deep breath in and out, then gave her friend Jessica the nod, that meant, go. They raced down the field passing back and forth, Anzly was lined up for the shot, the only thing between her and the goal was open space. Although her legs, and feet felt numb and rubbery, she gave the last kick all she had left as the clock counted down, 4...3...2...1. The ball went soaring through the air, going so fast you could hear it as it zipped toward victory. The goalie didn't even know what was going on as it flew right past her head and pushed into the back net, scoring the winning goal! Everyone went nuts as they ran toward Anzly to congratulate her. Anzly felt a new sense of pride and confidence as she was lifted into the air and felt the cool breeze on her face. She heard the echoing of her teammates and friends cheering her

“Alyvia!” yelled Haley as she ran on the field to sub for me. I ran to the sidelines and hoped to get to play forward again. It was tied with under two minutes left. My team kept getting the ball down the field, but the goalie kept my team from

I inhaled deeply and smelt the freshly cut grass and the newly painted field that had barely any time to dry. I looked over at my teammate on the far right and nodded signifying that she would receive the ball from the middle player then pass to me. The whistle blew. I sprang into action. I sprinted towards the goal with every ounce of adrenaline I could muster. My teammate passed me the ball exactly like we planned. I dribbled towards the target with my head up, a skill my father always reinforced. My heart began pounding as I ran up to the opposing team's intimidating defense. They ran towards me, trying to overtake the ball from me. I ran as far as I could with the ball until I was surrounded by the defense, then I quickly passed it into the middle. The defense swarmed in the direction of ball as I dashed to the goal. "Pass it! I'm open!" I yelled to my teammate who currently had the ball, another skill my father would be proud of. She passed it across the field, and the defense began running to me. I saw the goal. Time seemed to stop. In that second that seemed like an eternity, it was just me, the ball, and the goal keeper. I looked across the goal to the right hand corner. "Take the shot!" I heard my dad scream from the stands. I collected all my strength and took the shot. My heart throbbed with anticipation as I looked at the ball fly towards the goal.

They were marching down the field making one play after the other. “ Make a stop!” exclaimed the coach. Then we got the stop we were in great need of. It was 4th down, late in the 4th quarter. We left them with no choice but to pass the ball. They had a receiver who was about 6 feet tall and he was running right at me. I slowed him up from his route and Devon is standing right behind me intercepts the ball in the end zone. “ Don’t run! Take a knee!” shouted everyone on the team. As we came over to the sideline the whole team celebrated the

My dad showed me how to move the girls around without leaving any weak areas on the field. About a quarter of the way through the game, one of the Pocatello forwards got away from our defense on a breakaway. This breakaway resulted in a goal for Pocatello, so the score was 1-0. Right before halftime one of the Pocatello defenders fouled on of the Rigby forwards inside the 18-yard box, consequently, Rigby got a penalty kick (PK). One of the girls that I coached was an excellent PK taker. I had her set up, and take the kick. The ball zipped just inside the right post and into the sidewall of the net The score was now 1-1, we were tied with Pocatello. The ref blew the whistle signaling that it was time for half time. The second half of the game was just as intense as the first. We held them until about ten minutes left, when one of the Pocatello forwards snuck one more goal in, making the score 2-1 Pocatello. We ended up losing the game, but the girls played hard until the very end. After the game we talked about how the tournament wasn't over yet and we still had time to go home with first

Yesterday we weren't champions, yesterday we were just a typical team. We weren't expected to be Minnesota State, Class A, Girls Basketball champions. We were going up against the number one team in the state, the team that beat every other team by at least 30 points. Everyone thought that we would have gotten beat by 30 points too, but it was yesterday when all of that changed.

The game had finally came we were all very excited and can’t wait for the match to start. “Dude I can’t for the game to start” I said. “I know right this is going to be an amazing match” said one of my teammates.After a while the game finally started. “ Good luck” we say to the other team and they reply back with good luck as well.We start off strong with the ball passing and keeping possession of the ball.The other team finally

It was Friday morning. The varsity girls basketball team had their very first home game tonight at 7:00. Allie, the freshman point guard on the team was especially nervous for this game because she would be playing with all older people in front of a big crowd of a lot of people she knew. Her shaky hands were clammy the whole day and she couldn’t think straight. Her teachers and classmates could tell something was wrong so they told her that her game that night would be fine and she would do great.

My teammates and I lined up at the eighteen line of the opposing goal in the strategic way we had practiced two days before. Our striker kicked the ball from the corner of the field , it soared through the air, pieces of grass and dirt flying off of it as it was sailing through the sky. The ball was heading straight to the front of the goal, my instict made me shoot from my current stance