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 door. We hugged each other and both proclaimed to each other how awesome it was that we were on the same team. I met my teammates with and we all exchanged hellos. We started doing a warmup and stretching everything was good until we started skills. First we did passing no one could really pass but then I thought well we could work on that. Then we set, hit, digged and last serving and I felt as if no one met my skill set. What I didn't realize at the time was how cocky I was and how much potential my team really had. After the first practice I told my mom I wanted to quit. I told her they were beginners and I need a more advanced team to show off my skills. My mother asked me if it was really was that bad and then I told her, “It was worse than that.” Then my mom kicked me of …show more content…
As I walked inside I met up with my teammates telling lies to each other on how we're going to win. The ref called us to our courts then blew the whistle it was on. One serve, two serve, three serve the game ended up being 25-15 wow that was terrible I thought hoping in the next three games the scores would be closer. The next game we played the best team and got our butts handed It was so bad. I can’t even remember the score but I don't recall us making over five points. The next team we played was the worst team and we only beat the by three point
We finished the season with one loss and we went into the tournament with our first game against Republic and we won pretty easy. We played against Bothwell in the final in Marquette. I was really nervous as I can remember and it was really hot in the gym. The game started and we were up by 4 at halftime. The second half started
Drained of energy, I drag my legs across the gym floor trying to run faster and faster. I keep circling around the gym like a track star in a race, trying to get as many points as possible for my team in this game of kickball. I almost make it to home base when someone on my team kicks the ball like a wild ape and it gets caught by a giant sixth grader. As we are switching sides to play the outfield, the principal came in to yell at some boys who were acting just rowdy and pathetic. Once the principal took them to his office we continued our game of kickball.
It was the first time that I was playing in a higher age division. I was also entering my Freshman year of highschool, and knew that I would play a handful of these guys again during the season. I was determined to play well to earn their respect. Over the next couple of days, I spent hours getting ready. I would wake up early to hit five baskets of serves, later that day I would two baskets of forehands, and two baskets of backhands.
In a way, tennis is a metaphor for life. It requires motivation and passion. A match is a battle, where the best show not only strength and poise, but intelligence, sportsmanship, and resolve. The Edwardsville tennis program has taught me so much about striving for excellence and the pay off of hard work.
Where Berent, Cael, Trevor, Xavier, and I drove up to play for the state cup. The rest of the team was with their parents but we decided to carpool to save money. We were all joking around until we figured out that we were going to play the older tempo team, Tempo Blaze. At first, we thought that this would be a sweep, that we would win the whole tournament without worrying, but know we have to play the team that has never lost this year and we have never beaten for as
We finished the game off with a win. The whole time while playing I wondered why I had stopped working hard a while ago. I guess when it came down to it, I just shied away from the competition and let Alex easily take that spot on the court. However, I was not going to make that mistake again.
378 Jump shots bouncing off the rim, passes to the wrong team, a silence where one could hear a penny drop, and the word “BASELINE” is what I remember from practice two days before the Highland Park game. We were playing live against the scout team, but we were playing them like they were the ‘95-’96 Chicago Bulls with Michael Jordan at the helm. After a few minutes of this nonsense, Coach McKendrick told our team to get on the baseline to run. However, it was not because we were playing poor. It was because our captains were not talking to our team and bringing more energy to our practice.
This was my chance to have something that would really raise my confidence. Since the beginning of the season I had wanted to play in this tournament, but I knew to get there it would take a lot of grit and perseverance. My coach could only take 6 boys to this tournament so he was gonna take the best possible to good as a team.
At 4:00 p.m., the ref was going to start the game and at first, it was 7 vs. 11 for the first three minutes until more players from our team showed up. I could tell by looking at the coach that he was disappointed with the team. It was close to halftime and they were winning 2-0. Throughout the last ten minutes of the half, I was pressuring the other team.
Now I knew almost all of the coaches except the freshmen. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew we were going to come out and work hard every practice. All I wanted to do was impress the coaches. I had an advantage over all my teammates, I kinda knew what they expected.
The next day, I was kicked off the team. I sat in my room shocked, unable to comprehend what had happened. My baseball career was over. All of my hard work wasted, since I was not able to reap the benefits from years of practice for varsity baseball.
EVERYONE was giving me the stink eye and I knew what they were thinking; Ty blew this one again. This brought back a lot of tough memories from last year of teammates making fun of me. All through the season, I could never earn their trust because I just couldn’t hit the ball. Eventually I became the bench warmer for every game. If I were to join the team this year, I knew that I would be no match for the other players.
This game we got punched in the mouth right at the start of the game. We were getting beat 8-0. Then we started to realize this team was actually pretty good. They had a couple of very efficient shooters but they were a mainly inside team. At the half the score was 29-28.
I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
According to my dad, the officials were the worst he has ever seen in his life, which ironically he was thrown out of the gym. Also, our actual coach was coaching the 10th-grade team so one of my teammate’s