The Black Wall Street Records Essays

While waking up on a bright saturday morning with my soccer game at 12:30, I didn 't think I would end up in the Emergency Room that night. It started out like any other saturday during soccer season, walking on the fresh cut, bright-green grass towards our side of the bench. My whole soccer team was getting prepared to beat the team we are versus, drinking our water and making each other angry to win. I was feeling anxious and nervous at the same time. We were all walking onto the field looking

My eyes stared at the top shelf of my bookcase. I counted eight trophies, three ribbons, and two game balls. The medal I was adding to the collection was the one I am the proudest of. I glanced down at the golf ball sized bronze medal and the little orange ribbon attached to it. It read "Special Olympics Soccer: 3rd place". I thought about the tournament I just arrived from. We lost all five games, we didn't score once, but more importantly, we didn't care. Smiling, I relived the time where I told

I couldn’t wait any longer, I kept counting down the hours in my head, I could barely sleep last night because I was so excited. Game time was seven p.m, although I got to the field a little after one p.m because I wanted to watch my friends play in their JV soccer game. Some of my teammates started showing up at the field a little before three o’clock. We practiced for about half an hour to warm-up a little and to go over some things that we would need to know for the game (no coaches, just the

When I was in 4th grade, I had a big game. It was the soccer game. In one day we had about 20 games, and each game was 10 to 15 minutes. When the tournament ended, I cried. When I came home with my mom when the game ended, I was still crying. My dad asked me “ Why are you crying?” So I replied “ We lost.” Then my dad said “ It’s ok to lose.” After I heard what my dad said to me, I cried for 2 hours. The reason that I cried was we were really good through the 1st to the 19th game

September 8th is the day that I will forever remember. Under the shining lights on the Ramapo turf, the Raiders were having their way with us like we didn’t even belong on the field with them. At halftime, it was 21-7 and I told myself that we were not starting the season off 0-1. On the field during a halftime that felt like an hour, the energy on our sideline was dead. Everyone moping around thinking that they were going to put up another 21 points just to run the clock so we could get out of there

Once upon a time there was a small town called Green Hill. There were two best friends named Henry and Arsh. They both were practicing for their soccer game with their team. As the game was scheduled to take place next day. Their whole team had been practicing for a week. Henry and Arsh had practiced even more. Mr. Tiddle, their coach, was really happy and want other players to follow Henry and Arsh. He said that they were hard workers and have a positive attitude. Other players of the team needed

At the beginning of the season, the Bernice MacNaughton varsity boys soccer team nearly folded, but now, after the final game last weekend, the Highlanders are the AAA senior boys provincial champions and earned the school’s first Senior boys provincial banner. While working as a drivers-ed instructor, a student was talking about how his soccer team at MacNaughton did not have a coach to Blaine Dornan. “If you really need me, let me know” said Dornan to the student. Soon there after, he became MacNaughton’s

The 1996 Appleton East Boys Baseball Team’s Journey to State Catching the state title, Appleton East Boy’s Baseball team threw an incredible season. Appleton East boys baseball team claimed the title that every high school athlete dreams of. In June, 1996, The Appleton East boys baseball team was just beginning their offseason journey preparing for the Wisconsin State tournament. Managing to overcome any doubts, this team snatched up a state title. “We played the best of the best.” Stated former

When I first started Carolina Courts I had no idea what I was getting into. First the season started horrible then our final game we reach the championships. I had no idea how unpredictable this season was going to be. If I could do it again I wouldn't have changed a thing. I was so excited as I saw the door of Carolina Courts this was going to be a great season. I made the gold team and my friend was on the team with me nothing could be better than this. As I walked inside I met my friend at the

It wasn’t even the third quarter and we were losing by 12 points. This water polo game was already a loss before the game even started. I knew that our team had no spirit to defeat Newberg, the back to back to back state champions. Newberg throughout the whole game commanded the lead with physicality and speed. Every single Newberg player was ready to counter attack when we made a mistake. Their defense made us look silly with their outstanding ability to steal the ball. There was no silver lining

“In a final championship game, we have to demonstrate all of our potential. Demonstrate to everyone that you guys gave all of your effort. Do not be the team that blew the championship game last season by losing 4-0. A final should always be a close and tough game, but I truly believe you guys will come out on top as champions of the league.” Those were the last words from my coach before the referee blew the whistle for the two teams to join in the middle. I felt my palms create rivers from sweat

shoulder and thanked him for pausing the game for me to exit. I reached my coach and showed her my finger at first she didn't realize until I showed her my other finger that was a polar opposite. The trainer had got me ice for my monstrous purple and black finger as I sat on the cold, wet grass all the built of pressure released through my tears. I bent over my knees, holding my hand hoping the terrible pain would stop. The trainer was able to comfort me, but the only thing on my mind was the thought

I braced against my opponent on the field-- calves burning, sweat soaking through my hair. Anxiety overcame me. We were tied with twenty seconds left on clock, and the opponent was sprinting beside me with the ball. As we both charged towards the goal, I tried my best to knock the ball out of his mesh. Yet, my attempts proved to be fruitless. As I watched the ball soar into our goal, I was overwhelmed with dejection. I had failed. Even though my team only lost by a point, I was inconsolable, sitting

One of the key characteristics that have set apart Brock Osweiler from the Houston quarterbacks from previous years is his ability to command and control the Houston Texans offense. Something like this doesn’t just happen. It takes hours of work watching film and studying the playbook, two areas of the game that Osweiler has been focused on since signing his $72 million contract last March. Texans head coach Bill O’Brien and offensive coordinator George Godsey have pieced together an offensive scheme

Have you ever ran in a cross country meet? I have ran in countless cross country meets; I have been running cross country for eight years now. Every race I run is a challenge, no matter what, because I push by body to its limit. Most people do not consider cross country to be fun. The enjoyable part is definitely not the race itself, but the feeling afterwards knowing that I kept pushing myself when my body and mind were both telling me to stop. Our cross country teams won our first meet of the season

The Manly Sea Eagles notched back-to-back victories with a convincing 16- point victory against Wests Tigers at Campbelltown Stadium. Jayden Hodges and Michael Chee Kam were simply outstanding for Manly who now sit one win outside the top eight. Wests Tigers jumped out to an early 12-0 lead before suffering their fourth-straight loss. It was another promising start for the home side with Delouise Hoeker crossing for impressive back-to-back tries as Wests Tigers seized a 12-point advantage after

My life has been dominated by serious injuries, taking me out of play for months at a time. Not one year ago I was stuck in a cast that covered my whole leg, causing me to miss out on all the fun of winter. Naturally, I became very upset when a minor injury made me miss out on my biggest sports opportunity of my life. I have had this injury multiple times in the past, and this game was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. I was playing a game with my select team, Panathinaikos FC, and we were

The grass was green, the soccer nets were just put up, and white lines had just been freshly painted on the grass. Kids were busy playing soccer, but then everything stopped, the whistle was blown. A young girl was on the ground in pain with her team huddling around her, and a boy from the other team was next to her apologizing. As a matter of fact it reminded Abby of a scene that she had been in a few years back. As Abby sat on the bench nearby watching she was also remembering. She remembered the

Every hockey player knows of the 1980 miracle on ice where the young American team took down the international powerhouse of the Soviet Union. Going into the game against the Soviets in the semifinals of the 1980 Olympic games, Herb Brooks gave one of the most inspirational speeches known to date. This exact scenario was portrayed in the Disney film, Miracle, released in 2004 directed by Gavin O’Conner. The scene starts with the young American squad sits quietly around the dressing room knowing they

morning as I was heading into the Myrtle Beach Sports Complex. Game six of the 2015 NTBA National Championships was about to be underway. I was walking into the gym to meet with my teammates, so we could prepare for our upcoming semi-final battle. Our record was an impressive 4-1, only taking a tough loss in pre-bracket play earlier in the weekend. We put it behind us, bounced back, and we were now looking for redemption. We were gearing up to play the Lady Warriors, the defending national champions