The Biggest Slippery Slope-Personal Narrative

The whistle was blown and that was the start of us to finally win our first game of the season. It was Southwestern and Hillsboro in a blood match to win the ball over and make it up the field to score a goal. I was ready to win and I was more ready to get the ball and score another point. I stood in my position on the field and waited for the ball to come my direction and here came the ball that was dripping in mud, and it was so slippery to the touch. I took off towards the ball and sprinted down the field to the opposing team’s goalie. I was coming so close but all at the same time, the goalie box seemed so far away. I could feel the excitement taking over me because it was just me and the goalie and I knew I was about to score another point. Then the incident that changed the rest of my soccer season

I was shaking from nervousness. I knew that I had to give it everything I had for the sake of my team. I ran out on the field. As the ball was being played on the other side, I prayed that I would have an opportunity to help my team. Not a minute later, the ball flew up over me and the rest of the offense. One of the midfielders dashed to the ball. She ran down into the corner and passed it to the middle. I stood there, anticipating the drop and ready to score. As the ball fell to the ground, I took a small step back. I quickly got my balance, and shot as hard as I could. Time seemed to stand still as the ball flew through the air, over the goalies hands, and right into the corner of the goal. I had done it. I had broken the tie. My whole team rushed over to give me a hug. I was almost crying from joy. I could hear my parents and the other fans cheering for me from the sidelines. Shortly after we took the lead yet again, the final whistle blew. We had

Finally, the game starts and the ball starts moving. I had no idea what I was going to do, when all of a sudden I felt the ball at my feet. I knew this was my only chance because the goal was wide open so I shot with all my might and the crowd

It happened on a sunny, summer day in Cincinnati. The score was Tippecanoe City 1 and West Virginia 0 in the Go-rilla semi-final game. It was in the second half of the soccer game with less than five minutes left to play. An opposing player had a breakaway down the sideline. He had an open shot on goal and as a defensive fullback, my job was to run in front of him to try and block his shot. The next thing I heard was a big loud “SNAP!” I looked down at my arm to realize that it was broken. After that, I instantly went to the ground and started to scream for help. The first person to arrive was my coach. My arm didn’t look right at all. They immediately called a golf cart to come over and take me to our car. They asked to call a

The game was to be decided by penalty shootouts. Once again, the odds were in our favor, we had the best goalkeeper in the league. Despite having to shoot second we all remained confident that we would win. No goal was prevented for the first thirteen rounds of penalty kicks. In the fourteenth round of penalty kicks, the St. John’s striker quickly took the shot and missed. It was up to me to win the game. I set the ball on the ground, took three large steps back looked at the goal and took the shot with all the power I had in my right foot. I missed. My shot hit the top of the crossbar and bounced back to me. My heart sank, I had failed at my job to deliver for the team. We battled back and forth up to the twenty fourth round, when the player from St. Johns finally “made” his shot by protest because it had hit the crossbar gone in and gone out. All Devin needed to do was make his shot to win the game. Devin took the shot. He missed. It was over, our perfect season had come to an end. We had come so close but ultimately

TWEEEEEET. Boom boom, boom boom. I heard the beating of my heart as I picked myself up from the ground. Trailing 1-0 with just over a minute left to play, the referee had blown the whistle for a penalty kick, and my coach was calling my name to take it. I stepped up to the spot, it was the last play of the game. I stared into the keeper's eyes. Left or right, left or right. He blew the whistle. Strategically placing the ball into the lower right corner, I could smell the celebrations, I could hear the parents and teammates chanting my name, but instead, all my senses were snapped back to reality when the keeper hit the ball out of bounds. That was it, I had the chance to win the championship for my team, and I blew it.

I took a deep breath, shuffled up to the ball, and swung. Time stopped. It was a powerful kick and thankfully, headed in the right direction. The ball swerved around all of the many players inside of the box. One obstacle, gone. The goalie dove for the ball, hands outstretched, but just barely missed the ball . Another obstacle, gone. Now the ball just had to cross the line, and it did. I scored! A huge weight that had been stopping me from breathing was lifted off my chest. My teammates went crazy, as they rushed towards me to congratulate me. We exchanged hugs and high-fives, adrenaline rushing through us. Now all we had to do was keep Ursula from scoring for another 4

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

It was the fourth quater and my team was only down by a touchdown. Doug finally cleared me so I could get back in the game. My emotions ran high, i went to coach sphire telling him the news about my ankle. The very next play he sent me in. We were at the the 10 yard line on their side of the field, Hayden called the play. We broke the huddle and we all assumed our spots on the white line that had been torn up from the spikes beneath our cleats. Running to my spot i could feel my ankle not comprehending with me, but i wasn't going to give up. Hayden screamed, “HIKE, HIKE!” I sprinted off the line faster than i have ever done in my life. I ran a quick 7 ½ yard slant and saw a wide open gap. Hayden threw a laser pass to me and i completed the catch. At this moment i knew i had to turn up field by the sideline and score. Therefore thats what i did. Out of the corner of my eye i saw the same 4 star defensive back coming for me. I saw him dive trying to knock me out of bounds. As soon as i caught that glimpse i dove for the pylone. I stretched my arm for the goaline, praying i score but then i felt the brutal pain of the hit. It felt as if someone was banging on my ankle with a sledge hammer. The pain was so strong all i could do was lay there. I slowly looked to my right at the referee and i could see him throw both arms in the air signaling a touchdown. My whole team hovered over me, smiling and congratulating me. They knew i was in pain but they didnt wait for my trainer to walk me off the field, they all helped me as a

Time to play ball. First faceoff felt like I could see everything and feel it too. I looked at my opponent at the faceoff he was tall and muscular, then I saw his stick and gloves, I examined the gear hoping to maybe find something useful to use against him. We entered our stance, the referee placed the ball between the both of us, he blew the whistle and it sounded like the stadium exploded with sound. A hard step right and flick of my wrist caused the ball to stay neutral. Richland gained the first possession of the game and was able to capitalize with a goal. The next faceoff I was able to tie up the ball and eventually we gained are first possession. We ran 23. Sam Rink was at the top of the box, Parker Lindhorst sent him a dime pass. Sam shot and

The alarm sounded signaling that it was time to start the game. Each team got their line up and went out on the field. Tweet. The whistle blew and the game started. The game was boring at the beginning. It was not very physical until a player from Pike and I collided going for the ball. We both fell and hit the grass hard. Eventually we both get up and continue to play. I soon started noticing my chest tighten and I began

It was a normal spring night and my baseball game had just started. It was senior night and I was pitching, we had just finish the first half of the first inning. My teammate struck out, it was my turn to hit, I swung for the ball and my leg popped twice. I went down and didn't get back up, My leg was stuck to my chest and I couldn't move it. The visiting team's coach was an EMT he ran over and said ¨this is going to hurt¨ and pulled my leg straight. What had happened was when I swung the bat my leg didn't move and my kneecap dislocated and instead of my ligaments tearing, they stretched and broke my kneecap. This was a challenge for me because this was the first time I had never broken a bone in my life. I went to the doctor and he said nothing was wrong, so my

The pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I had never broken a bone so I didn’t know it would hurt like this. It felt as if the world’s strongest person had just punched me in the lower back. At the time the pain was shooting all the way from the bottom of my tailbone to my mid-back. There was a tear running down my face. Everyone on my team, and all the parents on the sidelines, knew Iam injured. They knew this because I would never cry during a soccer game unless I was in pain.

After much debate, it was decided I was in fact NOT faking an arm injury and I was taken to Urgent Care. There I was X-Rayed and determined to have no fracture or break… I got a sling and a pat on the back. I returned home feeling very weak and wimpy, but my mother was not as sure that I was fine. The next day, I went to an orthopedic doctor who took one X-Ray and determined I had in fact broken my elbow. I was casted and told to come back in six weeks, little did he know I would be back a little