Last Shot

Who knew that from the beginning things would f whole down(a)ward(a)hill fast, the other aggroup would be such more skilled and our team macrocosm devastated and that I would catch on In my moment to save what little respect my team had go away? I look across the field at the other team warming up. I cant help provided notice how fluid and controlled their croakments are. middle(a) into the game my teams spirit is deflated. We are playing worse than we really are. We belief we would be okay but the team is playing defeated. We are down five to zero the possibility of scoring is a thing of the erstwhile(prenominal) considering our assailants havent seen the goal all game.Coach paces the cabinet mom speaking his face reddening as he tries to raise the burning sensation to win within the team. The look of my teammates light up with a luminosity, with hope that sparks will ignite into a flaming inferno. The last quarter of the game my mind is filled with guilt. earn I chok ed or was the other team Just crack? Am I good enough to deserve this spot on the team? We are down nine to nothing with Just chthonic a minute left hand and the other team has the ball. As the attacker comes down the field I get a nod from stroller and I know its his way of telling me the superciliousness of the team pillow on my holders.I have one Job and one Job only if do not let this game get into the double digits. number 21 comes down the ball passing it in his team begins to move the ball around the goal. Seeing the ball moving around to my left side I step up to meet the shot, then a sadden movement catches my eye to the right. In that split second the attacker released the ball, my focus lost for one moment caused my reflexes to falter. I swing my convey around in hope that I can make the save, but the slap of the net lets me know I was too late. Twenty proceeding later the buzzer sounds and the game Is over s Is any pride I had left.Not only had I let down myse lf but as so my coach, school and my team. I sat in that respect In the locker room the game on my mind all those thoughts running circles In my mind. My emotions running wild Inside me now that I am completely all the anger, sadness, regret disgust but well-nigh of all I feel Like a failure. And In that akin moment I realized If I had sat there suck nothing would transport With the determination In my heart and mind that dull spark blew up Into a flame you could see through my eyes. I picked up my marijuana cigarette looked at It running to the field dead to practice and prove Im deserving to hold this stick.Last Shot By Commander Due 2/16/2011 I sit in that smelly sweat stained locker room, all I can think about is whether or not I practice hard enough or pushed myself to the limit. I throw alone in my corner with as he slaps my pads when he walks by. Laughing, he asks me if I was set grabbing much more skilled and our team being devastated and that I would crumble in m y other team warming up. I cant help but notice how fluid and controlled their me know I was too late. Twenty minutes later the buzzer sounds and the game is over s is any pride I had left.Not only had I let down myself but equally so my coach, school and my team. I sat there in the locker room the game on my mind all those thoughts running circles in my mind. My emotions running wild inside me now that I am alone all the anger, sadness, regret disgust but most of all I feel like a failure. And in that same moment I realized if I had sat there mopping nothing would change. With the determination in my heart and mind that dull spark blew up into a flame you could see through my eyes. I picked up my stick looked at it running to the field