The High School Hockey Team

I walked off the floor with sweat dripping from my hair. So many thoughts flew through my head that I couldn’t focus on anything. My junior year of basketball felt like it ended as quickly as a blink. It was as if in seconds we went from the stars of the state tournament to the embarrassments of it. I tried to forget the disappointment of it but it still will not leave. My desire and love to win games comes from the more apparent hatred of losing them. Junior year we had a chance to win a state championship, but we lost that chance. That was when I realized that I had one chance left to win. Senior year our basketball success would only be as rewarding as we would make it. The pressure placed on ourselves was substantial, and we faced trials on the road to success. In the end, we stood alone, crowned as the champions, not letting our chance slip away.

I felt my heart racing as I imagined making the top team in the club. I knew right then and there that I was going to try out for the team as soon as I discussed it with my parents. After my parents’ approval, I went to the first tryout with high expectations and aspirations. The tryout was going well at first; my skill was evident on the ice. I was making quick passes and skating hard. I will never forget the fateful pass that happened next. I remember the play in slow motion. I passed the puck through the center ice, a precarious move, but it was intercepted by the opposing team and as a result they scored a swift goal. Groans from the other players could be heard and my heart sank. That pass would determine my fate. After the tryout, I undressed slowly replaying the pass repeatedly in my head. Coach Ruben walked out of his office with the list of players who made the team in his hand. As he posted the list on the bulletin board, all the eager players ran over, examining the list of names. I stared at at the list for what seemed like an eternity searching for my name, but it was not there. I stifled my disappointment and followed my parents out to the car. To my ten year old self, my dreams were crushed and I assumed my hockey career was over before it even

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.

The day the team got together and fought threw a tough battle facing pinnacle high school. It was our second home game and our record was 1-2. After all of the hard work we had put in over summer, we realized we could not lose, especially in front of our home crowd. At the beginning of the game we did our usual warm-ups, I have never felt so much adrenaline pushing threw my veins in my life. After the warm-ups the whole team got in a big huddle, we chanted a chant that will never be forgotten and one day make history for the pride. After the chant we got ready for kick-off, lined up and ready to go. The crowd started cheering at the first 2 seconds of the game “go pride go, go pride go”. This made the whole team nervous, not just because there was so many

To the average individual, the word “miracle” has many meanings. However, to the avid hockey fan, the word “Miracle” is vernacular that will be forever engrained in their hearts and history books. While the term itself is broad, miracles turn doubters into believers. This was exactly the case during the 1980 United States Olympic Hockey team shocked the world. In 1980, the U.S. men’s hockey team, consisting of college players and hopeful pros, won Olympic gold. No other Olympic performance was so uniting and inspiring to our nation. Upon scoring the game-winner and clinching the gold medal, Eruzione's goal triggered a spontaneous national celebration of amazing proportions. Overcome with joy, our nation celebrated with a display of

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

I watched the ball roll into the back of the net; it was 12-12 in overtime against Cardinal Gibbons. This was my last game with my brothers, best friends, and a family I will cherish for the rest of my life. I not only let my teammates down, I let my family down. We lost against Cardinal Gibbons in the 2015 3A State Championship game 13-12 in overtime. When they scored their final goal I immediately dropped to my knees and began to sob, I was not upset that I lost, I was upset that I let my family down and that was the last time I would ever step on the field with

The focus of this paper will be to describe the experience I have had with a good boss. For the past five years, I have had the opportunity to help coach a high school baseball team. My boss at this job is the sports director at the high school. This paper will examine how Mr. brown exhibits the correct values and leadership for his position.

I was discouraged by his abandonment of the team. I decided to never leave a game no matter the score. Although to no surprise, Kansas won. I could not believe it. A stream of tears began to run down my face as I ran up the stairs to deliver the horrible news to my father, who was disappointed but not surprised. I sprawled out onto the floor dispirited and let out a cry for longer than the baby had. My father made an attempt to stop me, but my sadness was not to be argued with. Today, I laugh at the story, impressed by the amount of passion and importance I held in a simple game.

This was it: Our last period to determine whether we were going to make it to the championship game for the first time since 2011, against the most hated team in the tournament. Edina is hated since they always make it to the championship and win. Now it was time for revenge. The buzzer sounded. My stomach was turning. Nervousness seemed to be passing through all of us. Whenever each team did one good or bad thing, the entire arena erupted with excitement. Minutes were passing by quickly. Both teams kept having such close shots. Each time I got a bad feeling in my stomach. All of a sudden, with three minutes left in playing time, Ash Altman found the back of the net on a breakaway goal. My heart was pounding with excitement. Cheering and applauding roared through the arena. Looking around I saw everyone on their feet, all 21,609 of us. Wow, this was an amazing feeling. Our fan section was going crazy. I thought we could not get as loud as we were in the first period, but I was proven wrong. We were all jumping up and down, screaming as loudly as we could. Holding each other, some people crying of happiness, I realized we all are in this together. All of us wanted this win. Hockey is so important at East High School, and especially important to the state of Minnesota. The last three minutes seemed to have gone by in seconds. Throughout those minutes, we all had not stopped cheering. This was a fantastic moment to be able to call myself a Greyhound, our school mascot. When the buzzer sounded for the last time, it was true. We were headed to the championship game. This was the first time we had made it to the

It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task, but I knew I could accomplish it.

In my life, just as everyone else’s, we win and lose some battles, but every once and awhile, we lose a big battle. When I was a sophomore I had tried out for the volleyball team and unfortunately I did not make it. While this was a big loss for me, I soon learned that I would come across a huge achievement.

Once you have decided how you think the tournament should run you will need to prepare a presentation to the PE department which outlines your plan for the hockey tournament.

By the time I prepared to leave for my sophomore year, something had changed. I no longer smiled uncontrollably as I drove up to the field hockey field. I started checking my watch every five minutes counting down the minutes till practice was over. I no longer got butterflies in my stomach on game day. I no longer cared. I lost interest “the way you fall asleep; slowly and then all at once.” I started questioning why I was even playing field hockey. I debated quitting, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t disappoint the people around me. So many people had put time and energy into helping me get to where I was. Everyone was constantly telling me how proud they were of me. I was constantly reminded of the fact that I was an athlete and that was how everyone saw me. By the time my sophomore season came to

That day after school I had a track meet, this meet was bittersweet because even though i had performed well it had hurt me to know that this was the last time i would ever dawn a medford track uniform. I remember after the meet i was in the team locker room just sitting there taking it all in with my fellow teammates. The track team had always felt like a family to me, we trained together, laughed together, and experienced intense workouts together all of these memories being irreplaceable. Finally friday had approached, everything about May 1, 2015 was sad. The school day began with the receival of release papers, all these papers had to be signed by my teachers for all my classes.The process had begun increasingly difficult with every hour because to me it felt like with every signature i had been losing a part of my life. When I had received my final signature i was in tears because i knew that it was over, i went to my locker