Personal Narrative: Total Field Hockey

I believe in sports. I believe that it is capable of changing the world. Sports are a part of our culture that all started with the ancient Greeks. I think sports is a way to unite people as it has throughout the years. Sports can bring people all across the country together. It brings countries together to compete in games and events instead of fighting each other. Sports can not only bring strangers together, but also bring family together. For example, a son can bond with his father through sports. When you play a sport and you lose, your true character shows. Some people are sore losers and jerks after they lose. Then there are some people that congratulate the other team, even though they are upset. I however am a little bit of both. When I play sports, most of the time I show sportsmanship and

My friends were also trying out for the field hockey team. Kylee asked, “How are you not nervous, I’m so nervous.” I just answered her, “I don’t know, I don’t really get that nervous.” Which is true I don’t get that nervous for really anything. In line 6th grade was in the back and then 7th grade was in front. Six of my anxious friends waited in line for me. Paige had said, “I want to go first just to get it over with.” My friends and I replied at the same time “okay”. Then I took a minute but we decided what the order would be for us to go in. 4 of my friends went in front of me and 2 went behind. While we waited in we were talking about how we would be sad if we didn’t make the team but so excited if we did.

Around March last year, lacrosse season was beginning to come around the corner. Everyone was getting prepared for the season with high expectations of winning another championship. For the returning seniors this was a huge deal for them, along with the rest of the team. Everything was in good shape until events unfolded and my spot on the team was a swinging player.

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.

Conn Smythe said “If I had to go to war again, I’d bring lacrosse players.” I played lacrosse for 2 years while I was in 5th and 6th grade. I enjoyed playing defence and attack. Defence is where 3 people stay back and help protect the goal. Attack is when 3 people stay near the opposing team's goal. They are put in charge of trying to score and stop the ball from going back to the other side of the field.

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

I want to tell you a little bit about my background that can give you a better understanding of me as a person. As a young kid, I grew up on a pair of skates. Me and my brother couldn’t wait until friday night when my dad would take us the the rink and let us skate around. When we were finally old enough to join a hockey team that was the beginning of a life pacion that would continue to this day. Know I am greatly privileged to play on my high school hockey team, and in 10th grade our team actually won state.

So there was a time where I played hockey competitively unlike now where I play competitive soccer. This event took place a couple years ago for the Stittsville Rams. It was a regular season game against the Nepean Raiders.It was halfway through the season and we were 3 points above them. I forget what rink we played in but it was an ordinary game, we were home and they were away. Just to let you know I had a quick temper back then but it didn’t bother me much.

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.

“The name on the front of the jersey is a lot more important than the name on back”, Herb Brooks. My years as a hockey player has been fun. I’ve gained experience and learned the game from my hockey coach Travis Lupke and friend Hunter Johnson. I’ve played hockey for six years and I’m now going into my sixth year. This is my first year of high school hockey and I’m excited to learn the game from the more experienced players.

I very fondly remember the time I first got into hockey. It had gotten pretty late and I was going to be heading to bed soon. I spotted my Dad, who was sitting down on this brown couch we used to have that was starting to show some wear and tear. He was watching an NHL game on the T.V. which we had fixated across the room directly in front of the couch. If I remember correctly the Philadelphia Flyers were playing the Florida Panthers. I sat down too, oblivious to what was going on, I hadn’t a clue. This was my first time that I remember watching an NHL game. I would ask questions for certain plays and rules that I was hearing like offsides and icing. Then, of course, my Dad would explain to me and tell it by narrating over the game, and slowly

It seemed that only a few years ago I was in second grade watching Joncarlo Westurland and Alex Lyon walk into our classroom and talked about hockey sign ups and how fun hockey would be to play. I thought to myself, “I want to try hockey.” After they left I remembering thinking about hockey all day long, and I couldn’t wait to go home and tell my parents about it. Running all the way from the bus to my house I burst through the door and yelled,”I WANT TO PLAY HOCKEY.” My parents signed me up that night needless to say. No matter how much or little homework that I had, I always came to the arena as much as possible. I’d been placed on the maroon team that year. I didn’t realize that most of the games weren’t at home until later in my hockey career. My first game was against International Falls, I believe we won 5-1. I was disappointed

Today it was any ordinary day for me but I remembered that I had a hockey game today. I knew that this game was to determine if my team made it to the championship game or if the other team did, the other team was a bunch of goons their idea was to hit us and hit us hard along the boards. I knew how they played and I thought we could just beat them with speed but, no the opposite happened my team played slow that night and played to their level of play. My friend on the team said, “They’re playing so well tonight.” I thought that too because our team was down by one goal the entire game till the third period. I notice that on the other team they had two guys that would hit you no matter where you were. They would hit you here and there and

Today, I’m not going to miss the game. I instinctively ran through the hallways as I 've done throughout every Friday. My hockey game is always on Friday we have a match against another AA team, sometimes we lose and sometimes we win but today’s the big game, I can’t be late. While running I took two immense steps one at a time down and out the stairwell. “ Not going to be late, Not going to be late.” I just repeated this phrase in my head over and over again as I dashed out the main entrance, nudged someone and squeezed my way through the automatic door.

Throughout my lifetime, many different goals have been set and achieved, but the most significant goal I accomplished was making the Foothill Grizzlies hockey team. Playing hockey, by far, is one of my favorite things to do. Whether I am playing for fun in a pickup game or against a top team in the state, hockey is what I love to do.