Persuasive Speech : Lacrosse Games

Have you ever felt like you’re not good enough, not knowing just how much potential you have? One of the most salient experiences of my life was making the Island Coast High School football team, because it taught me that to succeed you must be confident in yourself. The old me would have thought, “ I’m not good enough,” because I never thought that I could compete with kids that already played football. I suppose that I always felt like i couldn’t compete with football players because whenever I would play football in eighth grade, I would not be able to keep up with them. Little did I know, all of that was about to change the day I made my way to the middle of the humid, scorching fied, staring into the eyes of North Ft. Myers Highs’ freshman football team.

We reminded each other that we needed to just have fun and relax on the court. The nerves kicked in for me once we arrived at McCormick Place. My stomach was twisting and my legs went weak. Tall escalators carried us up to the level that the courts were on. We were welcomed by a sign that said, “Welcome to the 2017 Nike Tournament of Champions.” I was shocked walking through the large doors that led to the courts. All I could see were courts upon courts. It felt like we walked forever to get to our court. As I was lacing up my shoes, all I could think about was all of the hard and long practices that had led up to this. I didn’t work hard for nothing. I realized that I was only a freshman and still had a long ways to go. Most of the nerves came out after the first game. We played three games that day with college coaches watching all of them. The lumps were in my throat and it felt like my heart sank to my stomach. I have never had college coaches watching games that I was playing in. After each game I reflected back on how I played and told myself what I needed to work on and do better at. I have never played against girls that were so good at basketball. Some of the teams had tall girls that hovered over all of us. Not all of the games went as we had planned, but we played well as a team.

Are you buried under an endless pile of work, with no time for projects that really matter?

One fall morning, when the sun has not come and there is still darkness, I arose from my slumber awaiting the big day I would have ahead. While I am getting ready for the game, by putting on my pads, I get ready to step out my house and get ready for an intense three hours. As I walk to the car, I can already sense the coaches hollering, and the parents just hoping that nothing would go wrong. Each road that we pass and the closer and closer that I get to the field the hollering and the screaming become louder, louder, louder, and louder. Until they stop, as I step on the field, I no longer hear the hollering and screaming. All I can hear are the coaches getting us ready for the game that would happen in fifteen

Are you wondering what sport is fit for you? Basketball is fit for everyone, especially you. It is a fun sport and you should try it. Fact Monster claims that the first “basketball hoops” were made out of peach baskets and the first backboards were made out of wire? Every time that someone scored a referee had to fetch the ball by climbing a ladder. Basketball is NOT expensive either, all you need is a ball and a basketball hoop, with a rim. The tallest man to play in the NBA was Gheorghe Muresan, he was seven feet, seven inches tall . Don’t worry you don’t have to be tall to play basketball!

I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my somewhat dim, water powered alarm clock, wondering what time it was. 7:43. Way early. Despite being awfully comfortable, I got up, figuring I was just hungry. As I walked the the kitchen, I pondered about my snack. Carrots and orange juice usually is the best choice. ( This is actually a good midnight snack! You should try it! ) I made it to the fridge. As I opened it, I took in the cold air against my warm, cozy fur. Then I realized, that I was sweating. I dropped the blanket I had wrapped around me. Much better. I grabbed my carrots and orange juice, dragged the blanket behind me and took my time getting back to my room. I hopped onto the bed with my snack in hand, and turned on the TV with the remote. The button let out a quiet ‘click!’ as I pushed the smooth, plastic button, before the TV turned on.

Later in the day, my wife pointed out to me that there was a picture of me in the newspaper, vomiting. When I saw that picture for the first time my stomach turned. I thought I was going to throw up again. It was incredibly humiliating and I knew I couldn’t let the people who looked up to me the most see me like that. Not my teammates, my peers, my wife, my son, nobody. It was pathetic. With that picture out in the media, I was already focused on tomorrow’s practice. I was determined to come back the next day, playing harder than ever, and proving everyone wrong.

I woke up to my mom entering my room screaming, “ ITS GAME DAY!” Instead of waking up to my usual routine, sluggish and begging for more sleep, today was completely different. It was a beautiful and sunny Saturday in December. I still was in shock my school finally made it to the championship game. It felt like a dream as if my mother never woke me up by her yelling. I knew this was a huge game and something I would remember forever. Considering the high circumstances of this game I knew I had to be one hundred percent ready to play my best. My head coach, Coach Sphire wanted all of us players to report to the film room by noon that day. As time past by my team I had discussed many offensive and defensive plays, watched film, and prepared ourselves

What's the difference? Has it ever crossed your mind that going through high school, travel softball are just simple walking steps to get you into something so much bigger and harder? The answer is yes. College is a big step in your life and planing on doing a sport is even more harder. All though there are many differences between them all.

If anybody in here has a child, hopefully at least one of us will, will you let him/her play sports while they are growing up? If not, hopefully this speech will at least show you some benefits from playing sports as a child.

My first practice was horrendous, my entire body was sore and I was light-headed, but I did not give up there. After the first week of practice, the coach had a list of who was going to be on A team or B team, coach Safarik started going through the list. I was really nervous, I was sweating, my right foot was shaking, and my whole upper body was paralyzed. Then it happened, I heard my name called out, “Oscar Juan, A team”, coach Safarik shouted. I was happy as could be, but I could not show my emotions just yet.

The day finally came, and it was time to show my talent. Everybody going to try-out was required to wake up 5 o'clock in the morning, report cards ready to be shown, and a completed physical packet. There was no need for anybody telling me. I was already prepared. During the try-outs, it was estimated to be a number of 40 people that showed up. During the try-outs, I wasn’t playing to the best of my ability. I was doing everything in my power to bring effort for the coaches. My best ability was being on defense. People would compliment me saying that I can make defensive player of the

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Beep!… Beep!… Beep! The alarm clock roars in my face awakening me from my short slumber. “Already! I just closed my eyes and it’s already time for school!” I grunted. I slid out of bed and into my clothes. I can hear my younger brother, Dylan, rustling upstairs doing the same as me. This was one of those mornings where I would do just about anything to close my eyes and catch some shut eye. The man was I tired! As I began drinking my hot chocolate, I decided to get some fresh April air so I took my dog out. It was a quiet day… unusually quiet. Not too many cars passing, birds chirping quietly, and school was coming to an end. Ah yes, school is almost over, so I can finally sleep in for however long I want. The school makes the thought of eternal rest sound appealing. “James, take the dog outside!” yelled my mother. Little did she know I was already out and about doing my morning chores feeding the dog, boiling water, and making my lunch. I noticed that my dog was glued to the front door of my house; barking nonstop. “Hmm strange,” I thought, she barks a lot but this was unusual because nobody was in sight. It was a peculiar Monday, but I brushed off these strange events and continued on with my boring day.

I seem my mom, my dad, and my two siblings. I’m not sure if they noticed me, but I smile at the sight of them know that I will play this game, and every game to my last, for them. The student-section attendance is great despite the condition and they are roaring loud. Yelling, screaming, chanting, they support us through and through. We kick the ball away and the game begins. We first started out very strong defensively, sticking it to them early. I can hear pads crunching, helmets hitting, and the excitement being shared throughout our team. I kept getting frustrated because I kept slipping and falling. This kept me from making plays and being able to do my job. I don’t remember a time when I got this upset about how much the conditions were affecting my performance. Weather such as this, is new to me. I must do everything I possibly can to stay positive and do my best. Adversity such as weather, can show one’s character based on how they may react. It seems at this point, that everything that can go wrong has. I can’t even imagine a worse game than the one I’m playing in right now. Still, with our physical play early, my team jumped out to a 21-7 lead at half. As we can out in the second half, I preached to the team, “Don’t let up!” “When you let up, is the exact moment when they look to capitalize!” The third quarter was kind of stagnant for both teams, neither team moved the ball all that much. We entered the