Personal Narrative: Playing Multiple Sports When I Was Young

Shifting in my heavy metal cleats, I can feel countless sets of eyes trained on me, observing my every move from their hard stadium seats. Normally when I’m on the mound, I have ice in my veins; the stares of the crowd bounce right off. However, this wasn’t a normal day. Instead of standing on the rubber to fire fastballs at opposing batters, I was there to honor two very special ladies and to raise funds and awareness for a cause that hits very close to home, Multiple Sclerosis. During this part of the ceremony, a fellow teammate and I were supposed to present our mothers, who are fighting the disease, with a gift from the team. Unfortunately, this did not occur as smoothly as one would hope. With slick palms, I calmly approached her with

When I was little I loved to play baseball and other sports. Although, my favorite sport of them all was baseball. My dad was a really good baseball player when he was young and he taught me everything I know. We would spend hours outside in the yard playing catch. Dad was my first baseball coach when I was little in Bitty Ball. Each year we would practice really hard so I could become a pitcher. I kept working hard at it and when I was a freshman in high school, I tried out for the baseball team and made varsity. I was one of the toughest pitchers on the team and by my senior year I was almost throwing no hitters each game. My favorite year playing baseball was my junior year. All the

In the spring of seventh grade at Ridgefield Academy all the boys would go outside and play baseball at the end of school. Every day after playing outside we came inside to get changed to leave. There was always a bit of tension from the games and the chirps that were dealt out. On this particular day I walked into the locker room and grabbed Nick Lange’s wooden baseball and began messing around with it; banging it up against things and using it as a hockey stick. When he asked for the bat I must have said no and he lunged at me and went for the bat. He grabbed the bat and while we both had a grip on it, knocked me in the head a bit, not even hard enough to leave a mark. I stammered a bit and got very mad. I looked up at him and swung right

Right before the halftime whistle I found myself on the left wing looking for a deep attack. Brodey, my teammate and co-pilot of the team found himself on the left wing looking into the penalty box for a cross. I was on the receiving end of that cross, with the defender guarding me much too far away to block any sort of shot I had. It was a 1 vs 1 now, finisher vs goalie. I tried heading the ball into the right corner of the goal, but only to have it parried by the goalie.

It was cloudy in the late morning, which meant even the weather didn’t look promising, Even more optimistically looking it seemed like the clouds were about to rupture into trillions of droplets each one a part of me about to shatter from humiliation. And obviously rain and humidity were the best conditions for field hockey. The building looked more downcast than I’d ever seen it, and when my dad parked the car it became more evident that this was not going to go as faultlessly as I hoped it would.

I took a deep breath, shuffled up to the ball, and swung. Time stopped. It was a powerful kick and thankfully, headed in the right direction. The ball swerved around all of the many players inside of the box. One obstacle, gone. The goalie dove for the ball, hands outstretched, but just barely missed the ball . Another obstacle, gone. Now the ball just had to cross the line, and it did. I scored! A huge weight that had been stopping me from breathing was lifted off my chest. My teammates went crazy, as they rushed towards me to congratulate me. We exchanged hugs and high-fives, adrenaline rushing through us. Now all we had to do was keep Ursula from scoring for another 4

After waiting three weeks, I was finally cleared to play basketball again only to suffer another one. I was out after receiving an elbow to the head in a previous game giving me my first concussion. Walking onto the court at Eden Valley High School, I could feel the nerves rush through my veins. The whistle blew and the game started. I was going up to grab a pass when an opponent ran into me. Black. In those moments I was unconscious, I could only remember colliding with my opponent. I woke up in a car, my head aching as I sat up and saw bright beams of light off the street lights. The light stung my eyes and made me feel like the world was spinning a million miles per hour. “Stay awake sweetie we are almost home,” whispered my mom. Every heartbeat thumped in my head like a bass with the music to loud. I was so discombobulated and hurt I just laid there in the back seat

Entering that room, nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. As I sat there my heart dropped when I heard the words, "you made the team", "you are not going to play much", and "if you tryout next year you will not make the team". I was in such a daze as I reemerged from the room. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of me and I was having trouble understanding what had just happened. I had never felt disappointment like I did in that moment in my entire life. Soccer had been the only sport I knew for 8 years. Change had always been a struggle for me since I was little so I was aware that trying a new sport was going to be difficult. Field hockey captains practices were held during the summer, so I decided to go to one and

My plans when I get older where like every other child's. I want to be in the NFL. To get where I am you have to start at a young age. I showed up at practice everyday and on time. I also studied the play sheets and went through all my routes. I studied day and night to be where I am. It wasn't easy. There was no time to play games get in trouble do drugs or hang out with friend on an everyday bases. You have to tighten up be a man. It's not like I woke up one day and I was starting running back I had to do what's right stay in school not miss a day because that one day could have been the most important day ever and I wouldn't have even known. You know why?? Because I was and didn't show up to school. Don't be that person I used to be.

It was a warm summer morning on August 28, 1998 when my mother went into Sioux Valley hospital to give birth to a baby boy. After an agonizing 15 hours in labor, I was born. They named me Bryce meaning “Nobel One.” My full name was Bryce Jay Edberg, I got this middle name after my father, which his middle name was also Jay. Being born at exactly 4:03 a.m., with a staggering 23 inch body and weighing 10 lb 4oz the delivery was nothing less then painful.

Many student athletes at Kennedy have played a sport throughout all four years in high school, and many don’t plan to continue their experience after they graduate. Towards the end of high school, student athletes are faced with the dilemma where the high school sport they have played, will be continued in college or parted with.

There are several reasons why I am athletic. The ways I am athletic and stay athletic is through training and playing football, basketball, and baseball. First off, I train to get into shape. I do push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and many other exercises like that. Also, I practice all the different sports and do different workouts to get better. The first sport that comes around is football. I play quarterback and linebacker and have been very successful. The past two years the teams I have been on haven’t lost a game! Next, is basketball, and it is my favorite sport. I have played it for all my life and still play it today. I play point guard and I like to shoot. During my basketball years, I have made many buzzer-beaters and

The environment I grew up in was really involved around spending time with my family and friends and being apart of sports teams and organizations. I love nothing more than being able to hang out with my friends and just having a great time laughing together and being ourselves. I have friends that I have been friends with ever since the first grade that I can truly call my brothers and that will be at my wedding when I get married, be there when I have my first child, and be there when my parents pass. A lot of these unbreakable bonds have come through and started with sports. My family and me are constantly watching sports and talking about new things going on in the sports world. My little brother, Cameron, and I have now won state

​When it came to sports, especially track, I was a bit of a late bloomer. Middle school was tough on me because I was the person that was good at anything that had to do with athletics in elementary school, but kids started to grow faster than I did and I was no longer the star I used to be. Two minor sports that this affected me in were soccer and basketball. I was no longer the soccer star at my school, but I was still one of the best so this was not that big a deal. Basketball was harder for me to cope with because I went from one of the best to B-team player. These were not my main sports and they were not as important to me so I will not focus on them. The biggest failure in my eyes was the inability to be the fastest kid in school. I

Looking out in the crowd, I took a quick glance at the stands to notice a bunch of college and professional baseball scouts on a muggy summer night. In my mind all I could think to myself is that these coaches determine my future due to my performance. This was the moment that I have been putting in endless hours of brutal training for, to help me fulfill my dream of playing upper level baseball. As one of the coaches called me by my last name, I walked up to the spotlight where hundreds of coaches were looking at me as if I was a piece of meat at a meat auction. It was my turn to bat and throw, I can remember my heart racing as fast as a jet and I could feel the tension building up from my toes to my neck. I have never had this feeling before,