Essay on Sports Narrative

Well it was about that time and our entire team was dismissed early for our game, and as we flooded the hallways of our small middle school to go get our things all I could do was think about the game ahead. At first, I was just ready to play, the butterflies were still there but I had to go along with that fire my team was providing the whole way to Woodburn. Woodburn was not an amazing team and we had beat them by almost 40 the first time we played them earlier in the year. So we knew we could beat them with our entire team, but when you take out our best player does the outcome

I gave up. I was not good enough. Pressure got to me. I was a failure. Key word, was.

It had been a long season, many losses, but many learning moments, we were second to last in the league and only had about ten wins. The only thing we had going for us, the playoffs. We had tied the West Kent Hawks and beat two other teams 7-1 and 10-2 to make it here, and there I was. Sitting in the locker room with a blank stare and hands hanging from my chest guard, this is usually what happens before games. I was anxious to get on the ice, but neverous too, because this is how the little caesars playoffs work.

As we walked out of the McLeod Center, I learned that I experience history wherever I go. I can also say that any team can be beaten on any given day. Even if your record is bad you can still exceed expectation to win. Being with my dad and experiencing this moment is one of the best memories I will never forget this moment with

Lights blaring into my eyes, the crack of the bat, the shouting of the overly-devoted parents, the salty aroma arising off of the freshly roasted peanuts, all came together to create the overwhelming presence of a little league baseball game. This was a place where I spent most of my time on week day afternoons, in the spring, watching my brother succeed at America’s pastime. He was really quite good at this sport called baseball; he had just been granted the position of starting pitcher for the team. Sometimes things that have occurred in my life, and stuff I have received, that I may not have necessarily deserve, can be taken for granted. However, after what was about to take place my eyes are given a new perspective.

I felt that this was the game in which our team found our groove and finally connected together for an entire ninety minutes. From then on we took each game one step at a time and considered our opponents one at a time, and in doing so, focusing on the smaller goals allowed us to achieve our greatest goals. This season is the first time in program history that women’s soccer at Fairleigh Dickinson has gone undefeated. Not only that, but it is the first time FDU has won the women’s soccer title in the NEC tournament and therefore, it is our first birth into the NCAA tournament. Having all of these accomplishments all happen in senior year makes these moments even more special, and looking back on it now, having the hardships of our past is what prepared us for greatness this

The team wasn’t too great, we won about as many times as we lost, but that was fine. I struggled beyond belief, leading the team in strikeouts at the plate. One night we were in a tied up game heading into the bottom of the sixth inning. We managed to get a runner to third, but with two outs I couldn’t bunt. Once I had watched the first two pitches go by for strikes I knew I had to be looking to swing and come through. I had a feeling that everyone assumed I was about to strike out once again. But once I saw the pitch leave the pitcher’s hand, I knew it was all mine and connected on a line drive to left-center field. Hearing all of my teammates and the parents yell for me felt amazing. The ball landed landed deep in the outfield and as soon as I reached first base I realized I has just hit my first walk-off ever as the run crossed home to score the winning run. Soon my teammates ran out to bash my helmet and congratulate me on my feat. I’ll always carry that moment as my favorite sports memory of all time and I will never forget

Imagine you were dangling on the edge of a cliff, and the only thing that was holding you up from falling to your death was a piece of rope with the person or people of your choice. Do you know who you would want on the other side? A lot of coaches now of days use this “Hold the Rope” saying as a motivational speech for their sports team, including my softball coaches. As a softball player you face a lot of adversity in the sport. There are times when you are in a hitting slump and can not hit a ball for 3 straight games, or even times when you make routine mistakes on the field. Through all of this it is difficult not to get down on yourself and it is even harder to erase that self-doubt you create in your head. Softball is a fast-paced sport, therefore it is important to slow the game down. This means to be relaxed and not too anxious for the ball. When a player becomes too anxious for the ball 9 times out of 10 they end up either missing the ball or they fumble the ball. All of these reasons is why teamwork is an important aspect to softball.

It was my favorite day of the week, game day. I was a sophomore, 16, about to play our district rivals in soccer, Cedar park High School. Year after year us and CP are neck and neck for title of district champs. But this one game in particular, on March 5th 2013 I will never forget.

When I came back into the game I felt the energy from my teammates then we just started dogging Saint Louis Park on every single play our defense was on the field, the final score was 48 –7. The next

Our team that was mostly together, walked to the auditorium solemnly. Once we arrived we fought our way through the crowd to find our coach and mentor. Right here, right now I felt the most nervous I had ever felt at all today.

The different amazing opponents we versed. The Oklahoma abundance we won against. One of the other team's player hit a homerun like it was a breeze thru the wind. We had beat one of the teams we lost too. One of the other team's pitcher got injured.

That night all I could think about was my touchdown,leaping for the ball and running forty yards for a touchdown,that touchdown has put an impact on how I play football.I had been practicing very hard to achieve what I did, and I realized that hard work pays

My entire life I have always felt like I have been looking at the world through plated glass. Never fitting in to my ethnicity or my nationality. As I was sitting in Starbucks drinking my Caramel Ice- Latte we begin a discussion about my favorite sport in the world.. Baseball! As I rant on for hours on end about why I love the Yankees; I cant seem to notice the peculiar looks on my American sisters faces. “ OMG your so Dominican.” They say it as if its an insult; as if it were a blow to my ribs or a spear shot through my spine. I acknowledged that they didn’t imply it as one, but it stung just the same. Days later; I’m sitting in my living room with my native cousins discussing the appetizing food my mother cooks on Christmas day. As my mouth

One fall afternoon on a chilly day in 2012, I was playing for LCSC against Canton Celtic in the state cup finals. Most of our team arrived an hour early to warm up, but I was running late and arrived only a half hour early. Stepping on such a well cut field filled me with joy and took my mind off of the fact that I was so late. Canton Celtic has been our rivals for as long as I can remember; each minute leading up to kick off became more nerve racking.