Summary Of ' The Big Game '

I walked onto the court for warmups and the routine shots and drills performed seemed pointless. Our opponents did not have a single player that was closer than 3 inches to my height so I expected to have a successful game. We all believed that we would win the game, and most probably expected to dominate. We were hit by a rude awakening as our opponents torched the nets shooting the ball, and we uncharacteristically made mistake after mistake. By then end of the quarter, the scoreboard read 23 to 9 and we were not the happy leaders. Our coaches told us, “Stay positive, and play hard. We will be ok in this game if we play

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

In Stuart Gibbs story Big Game, it takes place in a zoo called FunJungle in Texas. Teddy is an underestimated worker at FunJungle. He does all dirty work and doesn't get paid a lot. Nobody listens to him because he is only 12 and is always trying to prove himself that he is an important and smart person. His goal is to prove himself so people can actually acknowledge him for what he does. In Big Game by Stuart Gibbs, the main theme of this novel is perseverance.

I walked into school to be greeted by a janitor vacuuming the floors. It was time to start thinking about the game and getting my focus level up. My pregame ritual wasn’t always the same beside for one thing, be the first to the locker room to have time to think to myself. Walking into the light blue and worn-down locker room it was almost like I could feel the emotion from all the players who had been there before myself. I was greeted by a wave of smell, the smell of victory, defeat, and pure hard work. It was quite musty but I was used to it and had grown accustomed to it. I sat myself down and began to think about how I would perform tonight and what I had to do in order to be victorious. I pictured myself going out onto the court and seeing all the fans packed into our old wooden bleachers. All I wanted to do was make them proud of the team they came to watch. I looked out the window to see the vehicles of my fellow teammates driving into our dirt parking lot. Soon, the locker room would no longer be quite and it would be filled with the shrieks, laughs, and giggles of my

Game On written by Tom Farrey, an investigative journalist and an correspondent on ESPN’s E:60, is about changing the way we look at elite sports by investigating factors such as genetics, wealth, unique traits, and the idea of nature vs. nurture; which are factors that contribute the making of an elite athlete. Farrey’s audience is aimed at the parents and adults closely related to childhood athletics in order to enlighten the adults on flaws of the Darwinian system of youth athletics. The darwinian system of athletics parallels the idea that only the strongest will survive or only best athletes will be most successful. This is especially important since parents are the driving force for this phenomenon. Farrey uses the epilogue to implement

Tom Farrey, a former ESPN journalist and a national speaker on youth sports wrote his first book in 2008. Game On: The All-American Race to Make Champions of our Children tries to explain why there has been a decline in youth sports in recent years. In Chapter 6, Farrey uses college scholarships as one means to explain this phenomenon. His assertion stated above explains the problem with athletic scholarships is mainly that they didn’t listen to *NYSNC and instead have multiple strings attached to them. This declaration can be concurred on the grounds that not only are “full-rides” rare and do not cover the full cost of college, but also that the athlete puts more into the sport than what is typically recognized and also that an athletic scholarship

The game was about to start, walking onto the court, warming up and getting ready for tip-off, I had a huge amount of confidence before hand. The game had begun, although, as the game went on, I wasn’t doing as well as I would have liked. It seemed like I couldn’t hit a shot, neither could the entire team.Throughout the game, we were always down, we never lead at any

In the regular season my dad’s team lost a game to Cedar Rapids. They lost 13-7 and the game wasn’t as close as the score was. Everyone knew the Cedar Rapids team was better than them and they knew the only way they would beat them in the playoffs would be to play harder than they did. After losing the game the coaches came up with a new style of playing and the players bought in, thinking it would be the difference that led them to a state championship. They went on to play Cedar Rapids in the state semi-finals. In a very hard fought game they beat Cedar Rapids 14-13 and went on to play in the state championship game. After they won that game, the entire town was behind them as they went to try and win the first state championship in school history. Also, in the state championship they played a really good team and they were projected to get destroyed by. But my dad’s team was able to pull off the upset and win the state championship 24-11. My dad was happy to win the championship, but he was happier for some of his teammates and coaches because he knew that winning that game would be the best moment in some of their

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.

My team,coaches,and I all headed to the dug out of the field we were going to play on. We put our softball bags and waters in there including more things and we grabbed are gloves and masks and headed out on the field to play some catch. Then we all were finished so we hads to go back into the dugout for a drink of water,put down are gloves and masks and grabbed are helmets and bats. That flew by and the time for the game was getting closer and closer and I was getting more nervous by the minute but i was really excited. My whole team was pumped up and ready put in the inside of are head was saying the complete opposite and was filled with negativity. After we were all warmed up and loose we started to head over to another dug out at another field for a private pep talk with our coaches.

Our first game was at 9, but the players were supposed to be there at 8, so I thought that I should be there. Because it was a round robin, when I got to the gym East Grand and Steamboat were playing. I was beginning to get nervous because I did not want to let down the players that I was coaching. When the game that was going on reached the fourth quarter, I took my players to the locker room and went over our game plan. The game before ours ended, and my players began to warm up. I was getting more nervous now; this was the first time I had ever coached, and I did not feel like I was qualified enough to be coaching. Sure, I have been playing basketball since third grade, but I did not think that I should be coaching. The game started, and I soon realized that my patience level was not as high as I thought. I never was mean or yelled negatively; I tried to constructively help the players. During the whole game we were doing really well, and I was super happy. The players were running their offense and doing well on defense. During the end of the game I was feeling really well because I knew we were gonna

We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several

The game started, Tommy and I were playing the same quarters. I clamped up, locking Thomas down trying my best to get bragging rights. I was hot, sweaty, and tired. I got subbed out during the second quarter, and was relieved. I waited for my chance to play again as my team took a big lead. I went back in ready to play, first possession a good steal by my team i run ahead of everyone on the fast break, I am ready for the ball to come, I turn back catch the ball, look forward take a dribble go up for the floater and bam I’m fouled at the last second by their big Bennett. I was so frustrated because I really wanted that score. “It’s Alright Nate!” I hear coming from behind as my teammates jog up the court. The game ends, our team winning but I am still

As the second week began with a bang at that monday evening practice we had our first scrimmage against the eighth grade team,they had been unbeaten the year before but the fact of the matter is the had guys that were like 6”1 or taller and our tallest guy was 5”9.He was on the B team!So you could imagine what happened even though the coaches weren’t keeping track our bench warmers were and it was bad.The score was 42-7 by the end of practice.Next few practices were like intese conditioning but I

I looked up at the scoreboard and the time read 8 minutes left. As I looked at the scoreboard I felt a jolt of energy enter my body. I had felt as if a fire was lit under me. My eyes opened as if I had just seen a ghost. I remember thinking to myself, “how can we lose this game?” I made a promise to myself that I would win 4 state titles while being at Battlefield High School. This was my sophomore year of high school and I had already won one state title, how could I give up now and let my dreams be crushed, I worked too hard for that to happen. In that moment I knew there was only one result I was going to walk off the field with, and that was with a win and another State Championship. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “My team needs energy. They need a leader.”