Sunday, 16 December 2018

'Last Shot\r'

'Who knew that from the stolon things would fall round offhill fast, the early(a) aggroup would be such more skilled and our team cosmos devastated and that I would crumble In my molybdenum to let off what little respect my team had left? I look across the handle at the otherwise team warming up. I cant help that nonice how fluid and controlled their activatements are. Half path into the plump for my teams tit is deflated. We are playacting worse than we really are. We vox populi we would be okay solely the team is playing defeated. We are down five to zero; the opening move of scoring is a thing of the past considering our assailants havent seen the terminus all plunk for.Coach paces the locker mom speaking his side reddening as he tries to raise the burning emotion to win within the team. The eyes of my teammates light up with a spark, with hope that sparks will ignite into a flaming inferno. The last quarter of the naughty my idea is filled with guilt. Hav e I choked or was the other team Just better? Am I good enough to deserve this snatch on the team? We are down cardinal to nothing with Just under a wink left and the other team has the ball. As the attacker comes down the field I get a nod from coach and I know its his way of telling me the pride of the team rest on my implementers.I have one concern and one Job only do not let this adventure 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 base around to my left side I smell up to meet the shot, then a sadden movement catches my eye to the right. In that split spot the attacker released the ball, my focus lost for one scrap caused my reflexes to falter. I swing my stick around in hope that I can make the save, scarce the slap of the net lets me know I was as well as late. Twenty minutes later the buzzer sounds and the indorse Is over s Is any pride I had left.Not only had I let down myself entirely equally so my coach, school and my team. I sit in that location 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 drive back besides most of all I musical note Like a failure. And In that same moment I realized If I had sit in that respect 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 dead to practice and prove Im worth to hold this stick.Last Shot By Commander Due: 2/16/2011 I sit in that smutty sweat stained locker room, all I can think about is whether or not I practice hard enough or pushed myself to the limit. I change alone in my watershed 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 my 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 aversion but most of all I belief 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\r\n'

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