Last Shot

Who knew that from the beginning things would fall downhill fast, the new(prenominal) aggroup would be such more skilled and our team being devastated and that I would crumble In my heartbeat to ease what little respect my team had left? I look across the field at the other team warming up. I cant help hardly nonice how fluid and controlled their come uponments are. Halfway into the lame my teams aspect is deflated. We are compete worse than we really are. We thought we would be okay exclusively the team is playing defeated. We are down five to zero the possibility of scoring is a thing of the past considering our attackers havent seen the remainder all jeopardize.Coach paces the locker mom speaking his face reddening as he tries to raise the burning sorcerer 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 stake my mind is filled with guilt. Have I choked or was th e other team Just better? Am I good enough to deserve this make out on the team? We are down nine to nothing with Just under a turn 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 deemers.I have one Job and one Job only 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 beat up to meet the shot, then a sadden movement catches my eye to the right. In that split flash the attacker released the ball, my focus lost for one moment caused my reflexes to falter. I swing my stick around in hope that I can make the save, but the slap of the net lets 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 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 but most of all I expression 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 dead to practice and prove Im worth to hold this stick.Last Shot By Commander Due 2/16/2011 I sit in that repellant 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 recess 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 contr olled 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