Narrative Essay About Hockey
Hockey is a very tough sport and it can be highly challenging. It requires several skills: dedication, good balance, inner strength, competitiveness, eye-hand coordination, and a love of skating. My journey with skates and ice began when I was 7 years old and continued until the State High School tournament in 12th grade, which was the climax of my journey. Though hockey is a sport, I didn't see it that way, nor did I just play it, I lived for it. Each day I pushed myself physically, mentally and emotionally from sun up to sun down, whether I was on, or off the ice. I had to prepare myself in every aspect to help lead my team to that championship game. I was driven by the thought of winning, the feeling of satisfaction, and by the desire
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The ‘best laid plans of mice and men' often go awry, as seen by the outcome. The feeling of heartache and devastation enveloped me as my knees dropped to the ice. I am dripping with sweat, or what could have been tears, (at that point I couldn’t tell the difference). I looked across the ice over at the other team; gloves were flying in the air as they were jumping up and down, crying of happiness. Then, I looked over at my teammates who were crying of sadness and sorrow, and I don’t blame them because I was too! But most of my teammates were seniors and this was their last year, so they wanted nothing more than to finish their year out with the champion title. As for me, I wanted to win, not only for my teammates, coaches, and parents, but for me. Although, I wanted us to be named champions, life is not always about winning, or trying to be better than the person next to you. Instead, life is about the setbacks, the disappointments, the heartaches and getting right back up. It’s the experiences of failing and how I handle coming in second determines whether I achieve real greatness, or not. All in all, we knew that we put our heart and soul into that game, and it was a life time experience that none of us will ever forget. But no matter that the outcome wasn't what I had hoped for; I skated off the ice feeling like a
The ‘best laid plans of mice and men' often go awry, as seen by the outcome. The feeling of heartache and devastation enveloped me as my knees dropped to the ice. I am dripping with sweat, or what could have been tears, (at that point I couldn’t tell the difference). I looked across the ice over at the other team; gloves were flying in the air as they were jumping up and down, crying of happiness. Then, I looked over at my teammates who were crying of sadness and sorrow, and I don’t blame them because I was too! But most of my teammates were seniors and this was their last year, so they wanted nothing more than to finish their year out with the champion title. As for me, I wanted to win, not only for my teammates, coaches, and parents, but for me. Although, I wanted us to be named champions, life is not always about winning, or trying to be better than the person next to you. Instead, life is about the setbacks, the disappointments, the heartaches and getting right back up. It’s the experiences of failing and how I handle coming in second determines whether I achieve real greatness, or not. All in all, we knew that we put our heart and soul into that game, and it was a life time experience that none of us will ever forget. But no matter that the outcome wasn't what I had hoped for; I skated off the ice feeling like a