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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

Tryouts ended the day before and now we were waiting in line for cuts to see if we made the field hockey team.We were waiting in the halls of the school as each person went into a classroom one by one to see if we made it.

I got off the bus in a hurry to get some fresh air because that bus was filled with New York air. I saw the field that we were going to play on and we slowly walked up to the field. All of us were nervous to put on a show. We all had butterflies in our stomachs.

We arrive to the field and see all of our fans there tailgating and cheering us on as we got off the bus. We make the walk into the stadium and watch the other team play before we start warming up. I remember it being cold and playing with my breathe as I see if come out of my mouth. We start warming up, Johnny a friend who I met in pre-k and I are right next to each other. The game then started and we were playing Florence our opponents took a quick 1-0 lead off of a free kick we gave up. I was playing center back along with Johnny and we were mostly responsible because we were the defense. Shortly after going down a goal in the 30th minute of the first half we have a corner I am taking it. I send the ball in the air in the middle of the penalty box where Johnny heads it in and tie the game at 1-1. Time goes on and it starts to get colder and rain just a little which makes it even worse conditions to be playing soccer in. We then have a friend kick and our forward Evan

My uniform colors were navy blue and gold and our mascot was a lion. Then, I just stood there in the locker room fidgeting with my hands because the anxiety started to accelerate. After The Lady Lions dressed into their uniform we went into the gym to practice before the other team arrived at my school. About twenty minutes later the team we were playing against arrived. They were the Bulldogs. The school colors on their uniform were red and white. Coach Adams called our team over and told us where everyone would be standing on the volleyball court. Coach Adams also told us to call the ball because it will prevent an accident and told us to have a good

When we arrived we did not have one day of rest, and the next day after arriving we had the game, which we lost. It was a great game for me, even though we lost. The next day, however, was great because I get my first home run and we won that game. We were all very happy that day. We got to go to the pool of the hotel and after I spend sometimes with my teammates thee coaches took us to eat quality food at a restaurant.

Our first victory had given us the energy to practice and play harder. Eventually, we were so successful, the president of the team advised us to go easier on other teams so they would not feel bad. We had won all games straight and we had gone up to the championship, the only issue I had is that I did not score any goals yet. I was always afraid to miss, so I and would pass the ball to another

We played at the Bartlett gym. It is a small metal gym with a tile floor. That is slick as glass and a big circular fan at one end of the court. It smelled like sweat and popcorn. And i heard the squeak of the shoes. It was are first game. They have played a few games before us we were a little nervous. I started on A team and we played hard. ‘I did get in foul trouble and had to sit a little’. ‘’ my first fouls was when I tried to stuff a kid and hit the kid’’.

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

We had basketball tryouts on october 31st and i was doggin them folks on the court they couldn’t handle me and i was just a little 9th grader and they were all 11th and 12th graders they must have felt bad but i know they didn’t because i used to play against them all the time in practice so they already knew what it was. I was 6’3 and JJ was 6’4 by the time we were 9th graders and we made varsity when we picked our jerseys i picked my dads old number because i always wanted to be different from him but htis year i had to honor him by wearing his number the number is 1. We had our first practice and i kinda started to tear up a little bit because i know my dad would be proud of the man i became and the ball player i became he always said i will be better than he ever was just because of the passion i had for the game and the little smile i had every time a ball was in my hands. Practices kept going on and on and me and JJ earned the starting spots on the team we were getting very popular amongst the student body. The first game came up and as always me and JJ weren’t scared we were ecstatic to play against better competition and show the world what we can really

I stepped on to the field, On a hot summer day. It was seven in the morning, I was tired, but ready to play. We all proceeded to the locker room, with no warning.

After a long couple of weeks the tryout arrived. The first day seemed intense with many people trying out. Most of these kids were just looking for a sport to play and had never played before. This loosened me up and I started to lose the butterflies.It was a long lasting 2 hour try out and I was glad to be done. I worked my tail off and hoped for the best. I became very nervous as I came home. In the car down the long black street that you could see the heat waves coming off of, my father peppered me with

T’was the night of the homecoming football game. I went to hang out with some friend’s at my guy friends house, Grant. He lives in Frankton, we then walked down to Rickers to grab a drink after the game awhile later when it wasn't that packed. We went back to his house to throw around a football, hangout, and listen to music. We just got back from the gas station with the smell of fresh wet grass, we were out throwing the football.

It was the first day of tryouts in ninth grade and I was nervous out of my mind. I walked in the freshly lit gymnasium, with maroon bleachers and the roaring black panther mascot in the dead center of the court. The first game of tryouts and I stepped onto the court knowing that I should display my talent for scoring, passing, and defending. I made sure that talked on defense “Down Low, Cutter, I got two, One D, Baby J” and I made sure I said it enough where the coach heard me from the sidelines.

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