The Biggest Slippery Slope-Personal Narrative

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

I step up to the penalty kick mark and sense a drip of sweat travel down my face. This is my team's last shot, and if I do not make this we will lose. It is the biggest game of our careers, and somehow the outcome is all resting on me. I sense a pit in my stomach, like I am going to throw up, but I slowly make my way up to the line and take a deep breath in. You can do this. You've been preparing for this your whole life, I tell myself. I swing my leg back and with a force that I didn't know I had in me, I kick the ball. It flies through the air like an arrow being released from a bow, ready to kill. It lands in the upper left corner of the goal as the goalie dives the other way. I stand on the field, surveying everyone cheering, jumping, and

​The world spun as I got up off the ground, it felt like someone had hit me in the back of the head with a sledge hammer. I knew the play had moved down the field but I could not find it. The seconds seemed to take years to pass me by. I think I spun in a circle three or four times to find the huddle forming around the goal line for the field goal attempt. I half jogged, half stumbled my to the huddle barely keeping myself on my feet. I put my hand in the dirt, and watched the ball sail through the uprights. I miraculously made it back to the sideline, where the trainer could see that I was struggling just to stand. She made me sit on the bench and put me

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.

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

When I arrived at the hospital, one of the nurses took me into a room and asked me some questions about how I fell and what part of my wrist I landed on. I answered that I fell while doing hurdles and that

My heart pounding in my chest, my hands shaking, as goose bumps devour my body. I get the ball and I fall to the ground, landing flat on my back as I try to pass the ball to another person. I hear roars of laughter as I see my leg straight in the air and the ball on the ground next to me. I look over at the Coach as he frowns at me and looks away. I start to roll off the field. I hear the siren as I start to limp home with my hand on my back. I try to run the rest of the way, but my leg won't budge so I limped.

My teammates and I lined up at the eighteen line of the opposing goal in the strategic way we had practiced two days before. Our striker kicked the ball from the corner of the field , it soared through the air, pieces of grass and dirt flying off of it as it was sailing through the sky. The ball was heading straight to the front of the goal, my instict made me shoot from my current stance

There was only five minutes remaining, and we were on the power play. A man advantage with five minutes left in a tie game for two minutes what else could you ask for? I stepped on to the ice I was so zoned in I could hear my skates shuffling across the ice as a skated to my position. The play was tough but our team was skilled, and had the ability to overcome adversity. I got the puck on the blue line passed it across to my teammate who had a god given passing lane to another teammate who shot it right through the red metal posts, with three minutes left in the game we had taken the

I was ready — even the freezing rain could not stop me nor smother my excitement. My eyes were set on the ball, and I concentrated on what was happening on the soccer field. As I was thinking one play ahead and looking for the possible passes from my teammates, the next thing I remembered was that I tripped over myself without even having the ball. I had no time to laugh at myself, but I got up the next second, laid my eyes back on the ball, and ran my tail off to receive the pass. I promised that I’ve only done that once in the season — tripping without a ball, but it was definitely a highlight in my soccer career that added some funny elements to a road of hard work, learning, and determination. Every practice, I’d drill in the basic skills

Me being one, if not the best d fender we have so naturally coach wants me out there to assure the victory which was not need since CHCA is very good, but that's because they're new to lacrosse this year. I get out on the field instead of a player that was new and did not know the speed of the A-team games so he was not doing very well. Soon as I got in there I got a ground ball which made boosted my confidence but soon after I got another gb (ground ball) and I took it down the field and the goalie stepped out of the goal to hit me and i spun out of the way put the head of the stick up high and ripped bottom corner and I felt so good but it was so hot so I had to take a breather so stepped out and I did not get a chance to get back in but that's ok can see the nervousness in my face and as the words finally creep out he

A few minutes later a bus pulls up and the teams file out of them. Ms.Nino gives us our positions; I was to play in the second half of the game as forward. The game started and by the second half we were neck and neck. The ref blew the whistle for halftime and I was thrown in. This would be our second game, Emma and I were the focus of who would score what goal. I ran out and switched places with Marina. We had exactly one minute until the game started. ‘Deep breaths’ I thought. The whistle was blown and Emma passed the ball to me. The ball was passed to me and I was suddenly on the ground. The moment went in slow motion. In that instant my whole life would be changed. The sun was just beginning to set and the weather was perfect, the rest of the players moved passed me towards the ball. In that moment I looked down at my leg and screamed. My knee looked like something was trying to crawl out of my skin. The knee-cap had popped out of socket dislocating my knee. I didn’t know I could scream like that; nor did anyone else. The game was put on pause and my dad walked out onto the field in total calm. My dad had played rugby in his early years of college and had dealt with many injuries like this. He rolled me on my back and pulled my heel causing it to pop back into place. I couldn’t walk or even stand so I was carried to the sideline. I was sat in a chair with an icepack. Everyone on the girls soccer team was crying. Emma thought it had been her fault and I think everyone else was just freaked out. I wasn’t crying; a wave of harmoniousness had washed over me. It was as if nothing had happened and I hadn’t dislocated my knee. The game started again and I was in a haze, I watched without watching diving into my thoughts. Then all at once and harshly, the shock hit me. I began sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. A few people came to talk to me to try to make me feel better but I don’t remember what I said; I was more focused on

I was thinking now is the time to push harder and give it my all. A few minutes later, the captain of the team blasts past all my players and comes in on a breakaway. I push out to the top of my crease and put my gloves up right out in front doing my best to look big and tall. The girl made a pump fake and took it to her backhand and I push my blocker out and make an incredible save. The crowd goes wild again, the ice rink is full of energy. At the end of the first period, the score is tight it's 1-1 and I can't wait to get back in net. My goalie coach, Anj, tells me to keep it up and not to take my foot off the gas pedal. I skate back to my net grinning from ear to ear, my teammate and friend Vail comes and skates by and tells me that I'm

the ball was snapped and I was off sprinting for the imaginary endzone, “Go long” Said my cousin. I realized I was wide open, and my cousin must have known too because he chucked the ball straight into the air. I knew he overshot it but I could hear the ball telling me to keep going so I kept on sprinting, I extended my arm out as far as possible in hopes that the ball would fall into my hand, then I felt it, the bumpy surface and rough laces of a football as it fell into my fingertips, I felt a bit of pride in the moment, but I had no idea what was waiting in front of me.

Palms sweating, winds blowing, heart pounding, as the goalkeeper, protecting our goal, I waited just until my adversary kicked the ball with all her might and dove. My left hand struck the soccer ball and hit it away from the goal making my whole soccer team screech in excitement. Not too long after that, I realized something was wrong with my left arm. I fell down onto the ground, my wrist in utter pain, and started bawling.