It was six o 'clock at the Friendswood junior high mustang field I was playing strong safety and I had to cover the extra receiver they brought out by the snap I was already beating my man and the next thing I know the ball was sailing my way straight to me. I am 13 years old and I am on the Friendswood junior high C-football team I am a second string slot receiver and starting strong safety
It was a scorching 100 degree summer day. It was the start of the 11 year state championship baseball game against Albert Lea, I still remember that game like it was yesterday. It was miserable out we played three games that day before reaching the state championship. When the game started I kind of forgot about how hot it was out. We started fast scoring 2 runs in the top of the 1st inning Dylan and Reno each crossed the plate that inning.
Bloody, bruised, and battered, Falls Church’s football team fought on in the fourth quarter. A football flew through the air as players crashed into one another sprinting to the ball, except I wasn’t on the field, nor was I on the sideline. I was a freshman watching our varsity footall team lose 0 to 48 on homecoming night, a familiar sight to many Falls Church students for the past 40 years. Those past 40 years are what has made Falls Church football the laughing stock of our conference, and since our school was one of the smallest high schools in the area, we never had the speed, size, or numbers to compete with other football teams. Our own school saw the team as a joke, 0-10 was a common season record, and being a Falls Church football
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School.
The June 27th, 2015 championship game for our local West Hanover baseball team, it was a beautiful day Central PA perfect for the great game of baseball. Looking back it was a day I will never forget, possibly one of the most important days of my life. We were playing our rival team the undefeated Hershey teams, us only having one lose in our regular season to the one and only Hershey team. This team was loaded with athletes their cocky attitudes. They were like the Yankees and we were the Phillies, we were the underdogs
It was mid-February, Whittier’s C team was almost undefeated. Since it was past midseason, D team played first. I don’t remember if they won or not, but I’ll give you a summary. Lots of people running up and down the court missing layups. There were funny moments and there were epic battles for loose balls, but it was just as intense as any other basketball game.
On a cold, frosty, snow cover night in November at Welcome Home Stadium, was when my life changed. That night, two teams played for the chance to call themselves champions of 6th-grade football. All game, my team and I battled against the mighty Wilmington Hurricanes. We fought all game to win and finally we got the ball back with less than under a minute left and down by 4 points. The crowd was quieter than a church mouse as my coaches huddled us up during a timeout, and in that timeout, my coaches looked to me for answers.
The Thursday night lights beamed down on me as kickoff approached. It was the last game of the 8th grade football season and the last chance to make my mark on a personally rather ordinary season. We were playing Celina, a team known to be a powerful opponent. I was on the kickoff return team, playing on the far left side of the field and on that particular night we were set to receive the kick. The referee’s whistle pierced the warm and soundless autumn air.
February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.
It was a 40 degree night , chilly for Dallas , where the Super Bowl party was being hosted on the 50 yard line of AT@T stadium’s Football field. The Cowboys had just finished beating the Pittsburgh Steelers in the Super Bowl an hour ago and they came home to celebrate and I was the sweepstakes winner so I got to host any 4 NFL players at the party. Just as I put the table on the field, Dak Prescott and Ezekiel Elliott walked out onto the field wearing Super Bowl rings.
In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”
Coach Newton would always get everyone together before the game and talk to us about how important the game was and how far the game of football could take us. I would always listen to every speech he would tell the team, I would take them in hard. The big day came and the team made the final round in the play-offs. Everyone had a little fear in their eyes, because no one had made it this far. We could not believe we
The funny thing about promises is that they tend to ignore our handicaps. It had been years since I went to a Friday night football game. Normally I avoid such events due to my sensitive hearing. But on that particular night I promised someone very important to me that I would be there to support her. Sarah, my girlfriend of three months, is the captain of Lone Oak high school's Color Guard.
It was told that the whole team was going to come and practice basketball. That was when I wanted to go so bad so I told my mom I will go to basketball. Unfortunately she was busy getting food and there was nobody that had time m. It was a sad moment because if I was 1 year late in getting born, my
Our first from Andover Central by a buzzer beater, and our second from Derby by 3, but other than that we won all of our games by 5 or more. In the league tournament we beat Derby North, by more than 15, and McPherson by more than 5 points. Finally, we got another shot at Derby, we only had one practice before the championship game. When we walked into Derby North middle school the 7th grade championship game was starting. After that we had to play, it was quiet, then our student section walked in and it got loud.
