I remember one of the greatest moments of my high school career. I have played lacrosse since seventh grade and every year Ive gotten a little better, or at least I hope I have. My first year I understood most of the rules, could catch, throw, and pick up ground balls. My second year I understood all the rules, could pass well and put my shots where I wanted them. My third year of lacrosse was the first time I had played a high school sport so I think that I developed my skills much more than ever before.
After playing lacrosse for three years I thought that I was getting fairly decent however I had never scored a goal. All of my freshman year I took good aggressive shots and most of them were on goal. In practice I would put many of my shots behind the goalie but it seemed like the goalies in the games were brick walls. I can remember it like it was yesterday I picked up the ball verses Chantilly at the restraining line and carried it to the right corner of the box. The right side is my best side for taking shots; I have a fairly strong right hand with my stick. I took my man one on one, I tried to go outside and he was there so I went on the inside of the defender. He wasnt ready and I had an open shot about fifteen feet out from the goal, I took it. In an instant the Chantilly goalie was on his knees with his stick in the dust. I felt like the world was paused. Then very slowly I saw him get up and pass the ball to his teammate who took off for our side. He had saved the last shot I would take for that season.
The whole year after I spent time getting in shape and working on my stick skills. At least twice a week I would go and shoot at the tennis courts that were near my house. I worked and worked at getting to be the best lacrosse player I could be. I wanted to know what it felt like to have my name and number announced over the whole field and possibly if I did my very best over the P.A. system in school the next morning.
During the off-season after my freshman year the head coach, Coach La Chance, was replaced. Coach La Chance was always willing to listen to my questions and was always helping me to get better, he knew how I was working in the off-season and had hinted that he might have a place on his varsity squad for me. When I found out that he wouldnt be coaching I was discouraged at first but then I realized how all of my practicing would help me even more now.
The first day off winter training we met the new coaches one was an assistant coach who was brought up as the head coach and the second was an angry looking older man who was from Robinson, the best team in our district. After meeting the coaches they told us that we would be running a mile while they timed us. I heard all the other players groan but I was happy that I would be getting a chance to prove myself. I ran the fastest mile that any lacrosse player has ever run. The new coaches seemed impressed and that made me happy. I thought to myself that I might just make varsity after all.
At the end of the first week of practices they posted the varsity and J.V. cuts. I waited for the crowd in front of them to clear before I checked which team I was on. I looked through the varsity list first, my name wasnt there. So I looked again..surely they would put their fastest man on varsity, wouldnt they? Nope I was put on emailprotected#$%!!!!! But anyways this paper is about a great moment or feeling so I better get on with the story.
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