Personal Narrative: Saint Ignatius Rugby Team

Well for me, football is my top favorite sport. When I was in school, I had a problem with authority, and teachers would often make me mad. I tried hard to control my aggression, frustration, and anger. I jumped into drugs and cigarettes to fights and gangs. Because nothing I tried worked, I went to football tryouts. I felt happy and excited for the first time in a long time; I eventually got on the field and ran and ran.

In third grade I began my first official Sheridan sports team. I was now officially making my way to becoming a general; before that I didn’t have any idea of what being a “general” meant. At the time I was attending Thornville elementary and the majority of my friends at my school were just as pumped as I, for our first practice on the field beside the infamous Sheridan Middle school. The first few weeks of practice taught me nothing I wanted was going to be easily attainable, these coaches expected more out of me than I had ever been accustomed to. The bar they set for us each day pushed us to new heights we had only dreamed of.

“When your legs can’t run anymore, run with your heart.” Spring is the best time of the year, because it is soccer season. Spring of 2016 was a special time to me, because I was a freshman at Wahlert Catholic High School trying out for the women’s soccer team. I went into the first open gym scared, nervous and excited all at the same. The open gyms were for use to get in shape for the actual season and for the coaches to get a better look at our soccer skills. Previously in the year of 2014 I played for a club soccer team called DSC or Dubuque Soccer Club. After that 2014 season was over I decided to quite DSC and try something different. So going into open gyms I knew that I was going to be a just a bit rusty because I haven’t played soccer in a while. As open gyms went on some upperclassman were telling me that the coach was very impressed by the skills I had. Being only a freshman it was very flattering to know that the coach thought that about me. Knowing this it drove me to keep pushing myself hard and hard, because my goal was to make it on varsity.

Summer, a season where many are free to do whatever they please and not have a worry in the world. This is not the case, however, for a high school football player such as myself; for classes being released marks the start of another season, not summer, but football season. It was a hot day on Mount Diablo High’s football field; I could already feel sweat dripping down as I stood there in my armor. Players were separated between two categories: Skills players and the Linemen. The coaches came and said we had to do hitting drills to start of practice. So the linemen, Erik, D’antae, Xavier, Charlie, Jarreck, Anthony, Josh, and I, created a circle and waited to see who the coaches would call out first. To my surprise, there was someone in the

It’s senior night for the basketball players at City Christian High School, and for both JV teams, it was the last game of the season. The emotions were running high for players and fans alike, both parties knowing this would the senior’s final chance to play on the court.

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

Gibson County Soccer is where my love for the game all started. I showed up to my very first game ready as ever to play. I had my hair in pigtails with fluffy scrunchies on each of them. I was ready to take on any opponent that was thrown my way, but first the referees had to check if we had the right equipment on. Apparently soccer cleats and baseball cleats are a very different thing. My mom and I had no idea and I was wearing baseball cleats and with them they have a toe spike and that is against all soccer rules because you could hurt someone with it. So there I am sitting on the sideline and my coach proceeds to cut off my toe spike.

It was a warm and sunny day. The bleachers were filled with people tentatively watching and cheering on the athletes. I sat anxiously chewing on my nails, awaiting the result of the 3rd down. I watched as my favorite athlete caught the ball and began running down the sideline. I jumped up on my feet screaming at the top of my lungs "Go, Go, Go". He ran past the 50 yard line. My heart began beating so fast, I thought it was going to jump out of my chest and land on my lap. Then he ran down the 40 yard line. My eyes started to sting because I refused to blink and miss one second. 30. My hands started trembling anxiously. 20. I started to feel the excitement bubble in the pit of stomach. 10. My breathing started getting heavier. TOUCHDOWN!!!!! The athlete spiked the ball and began doing a victory dance. The crowd went absolutely wild. I was so ecstatic, I started to jump up and down.

Football is back as the first preseason game was played last Thursday. With football coming back, so does fantasy football. Like a lot of people (myself included), you’re scouring the internet for rankings. There’s plenty of rankings out there, but none of them tell you where to take a defense. I am going to present my strategy.

Call it failure to capitalize on an opportunity or failure to commit 100% effort to my team; both would be true and both failures lead to lessons learned my junior year on the high school varsity soccer team. From the time I was little, with my dad as my coach, success came easily and failure was a concept not easily grasped. Playing on the JV team my first two years of high school was pretty much a given, and in hindsight, I realize how valued I was on the team. I started most of the games both freshman and sophomore year and played a significant amount. As my junior year was approaching, I knew this was not going to be the case. Desperately wanting to make the team, lots of training and hard work was how a majority of my summer free time

In a game like football, we must surround ourselves with people who will go on the same mission as us. Playing football for McAuley Catholic High School in the past was my summer and fall during my four years in high school. I felt that I had a community of brothers who would stand and fight for each other every Friday night. In this community, people feel for each other and know what task is at hand; they must achieve to win every football game in the season and post. This is a type of community that I could rely on during games, practice, or school. This community has its own language, in a way we talked about touchdowns and turnovers rather than algebra and literature. A football community must stand strong from top to bottom in order to

Stephen is a senior transferred to WCSU from Miami University in Ohio, it is better known for the home of the famous NFL quarterback Ben Roethlisberger. That one fact made it a little easier to bond and converse with Stephen as I am a huge football fan and he happens to coach football. It wasn’t Stephen’s idea to transfer but his parents, they decided it was too expensive for him to go to school so far from home. He therefore transfer here and now lives in his parents basement in Ridgefield CT, and he commutes to school. Stephen is majoring in media studies and he hopes to do something in the field of being a promoter or a publicist. Stephen coaches high school football mainly to freshman's and he also is part of a baseball league. Stephen also loves to sing even though he claims he isn’t so good at it.

I was an incoming freshman, two weeks prior to my first day of high school, and I was terrified. I knew that I loved the sport of football, however I had heard stories from my brother about how tough Stepinac’s freshman football coach was. Everything that I was told was true. One of the coaches great lessons that he taught me was that a hardworking disciplined team is typically more successful than a team that has all of the talent in the world, but is not disciplined and does not work hard. That summer was the hardest that I had ever worked up to that point to start in a football game. The hard work never paid off, and I left at the end of that season defeated. I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t fast enough, and I wasn’t strong enough. I had only played in two of the games, one, for a snap when

In the year of 2016 and 2017 the sport Rugby is a very dangerous sport they don't have on any safety equipment people and up dying from that sport it is so unsafe they play very ruff and hit each other with no feelings they try to take each other out the game and end each other life that is a very dangerous sport the sport is so dangerous it could put people in the hospital or it can put people in a comma it really is a violent sport that should be illegal from all states cause that sport is a life taker. if it was up to me I would take rugby away cause most people don't need to end there life with a sport that should've been safer I don't understand y they made the sport so unsafe people really be putting there life on the

The celebration of two heritage Rugby League clubs possessing extremely rich histories will commence this Sunday afternoon, when the North Sydney Bears host the Newtown Jets in the first leg of their annual clash for the Frank Hyde Shield.