I woke up and was at the ballpark sitting in the first row right behind home plate. I watched as each player on the team warmed up by throwing and receiving and also fielding the ball. The teams were both working on catching pop flies and then throwing the ball to their cut off guy. Each teams pitcher was done warming up by pitching to the catcher the teams went in the dugouts to get ready for the game. Finally, the first World Series baseball game has begun.
How’s that for irony that Canada and the United States would play for the first gold medal? A Canadian citizen moved to the
Premier Sportsman, Inc., is compiled of generations of hunters. Growing up, I was given many opportunities to see what hunting, fishing and nature was all about. Later, as a husband, father and grandfather I discovered what it meant to have that perfect story. That perfect hunt, a guided trip, up in the hills with my buddies, in a drift boat on the Kenai or Columbia River... Creating and capturing memories are what is important to us at a Premier a Sportsman, Inc.
Canada, the jaw-dropping country north to the world, a country were Justin Bieber came from. Have you ever wondered who founded this diverse country. Samuel de Champlain was the man who explored North America and discovered Quebec in 1620. It all started when Samuel de Champlain was born in August 13th 1574, in Hiers-Brouge France. Samuel de Champlain was first a geographer for Henry IV from 1601-1603.
“You two, get the ball down the pool and take a shot, just make sure it’s inbounds, don’t worry if you miss the goal, Kenzie will get the rebound.” My coach has barked these orders on numerous occasions throughout the year and it has never failed to give me a little thrill inside. As an athlete that tends to go unnoticed, getting acknowledgement in such an offhand way is pretty exciting. It shows me I have a place on the team, a job that my team depends on me to do. Water polo is a very difficult sport.
There we were, in Houston Texas, Dejah, Aniya, and I were warming up, practicing handoffs in tent city. We had made it to the Houston Texas AAU National Junior Olympics. It was No Limits Track Club’s second to last day on our eight day trip. It was the most competitive day of them all. It was time for the four by one hundred meter relay.
As the baseball diamond started to fade in and out of my blurry vision, I realized something was wrong when I was still sitting on the bench. I was on varsity baseball, my grade point average was rising, and I was surrounded by positive people all around me who gave off a positive vibe. Of course, all good times must come to an end right? Well my good times came to end quickly.
I wish I could say my coach quitting was my first recognition of my team splitting up, but it wasn’t. Cancelled practices, losing streaks and bad attitudes all foreshadowed the breakup of the Travel Soccer Team I had been apart of for five years. Anger fluctuated throughout me after I heard the news, for I was losing not only long-time friendships and strong relationships with coaches, but soccer itself which had been my main outlet to perturbation since I was taught how to kick a ball. I knew I couldn’t let go of the sport. I had to search for a new team.
One day I woke up and got ready for school then I remembered it was the baseball tournament. So I grabbed my bat and glove and went to school. At the end of the day,it was hufflepuff vs gryffindor it was a good game 11 to 2 that was the semi finals we played hard they did to ,did we played harder the finals were in two weeks but we had sweet victory tell the finals.
At ten years old I really doubted if I wanted to play baseball after that season. We were the worst team in the league. In our first and only playoff game we lost. During that game I felt like my coach was dumber than a bag of rocks, he didn't even know the difference between the shortstop position and the second base position. He didn't know how to run the scorebook and he has not played a game of baseball his whole life.
Baseball One day my brother and I were playing catch. Then my grandpa came up to my brother and asked if he wanted to play on a baseball team and he replied "yes". So my brother joined the team. Now then my brother and I were practicing catching and hitting the ball
Have you ever set your house on fire? Although my house never was engulfed in flames, I did start a fire in my kitchen. Unfortunately for me, this event occurred on the first day of my sophomore year. School ended, and I immediately came home. Since I had a field hockey practice a few hours after school, I was obligated to eat my dinner earlier than I prefer.
What is cultural identity? I haven't heard about this concept till my tenth grade English Language Arts class. I thought about this question throughout the months. Then I asked myself what represents my cultural identity? It took awhile for me to figure it out, but it came to me, SPORTS!
One of my best days was when my soccer team won the championship. I won several other championships ,but with other teams. This was my first season playing with this team. The major characters in this event were me, my teammates, my coaches and the parents. This event took place in a park at sanger during the summer.
Being shoved to the ground and coming up with a mouthful of turf and a bloody nose isn’t the ideal way to spend a friday night, but for me, it's something I put blood, sweat, and tears into. Soccer has been a passion of mine since my father dropped me off at the local YMCA when I was at the tender age of four. Spending all of my free days for thirteen years running after a soccer ball is arguably what made me into the person I am today. Unity, tenacity, passion and pride have all been morals that are valued within the sport and in my own philosophy. I have explored places I’d never give a second thought to because my sport took me there.
