A Team : The Beginning Of A Team

Miracle, released in 2004, based on the 1980 USA hockey team. This movie is filled with many sports psychology themes; commitment, motivation, confidence, teamwork , injury, goal setting and mental toughness. Miracle is a true story based on the event of the “miracle” season of the 1980 US Olympic team had. Herb Brooks had the dream of coaching the U.S. Olympic team ever since he was cut from the 1960 U.S. Olympic team. Brooks' dream comes true, and he gets the coaching job in 1979.

I felt my heart racing as I imagined making the top team in the club. I knew right then and there that I was going to try out for the team as soon as I discussed it with my parents. After my parents’ approval, I went to the first tryout with high expectations and aspirations. The tryout was going well at first; my skill was evident on the ice. I was making quick passes and skating hard. I will never forget the fateful pass that happened next. I remember the play in slow motion. I passed the puck through the center ice, a precarious move, but it was intercepted by the opposing team and as a result they scored a swift goal. Groans from the other players could be heard and my heart sank. That pass would determine my fate. After the tryout, I undressed slowly replaying the pass repeatedly in my head. Coach Ruben walked out of his office with the list of players who made the team in his hand. As he posted the list on the bulletin board, all the eager players ran over, examining the list of names. I stared at at the list for what seemed like an eternity searching for my name, but it was not there. I stifled my disappointment and followed my parents out to the car. To my ten year old self, my dreams were crushed and I assumed my hockey career was over before it even

While other students were out celebrating the first week of summer, the New Albany Girls Lacrosse team was practicing for one of the biggest moments in their lives. They were preparing to compete in the Division II Lacrosse State Championship Game on June 1st. The team had one week to ensure they knew their plays, calls and were general ready for one of the toughest games of the year. Among this team there were twenty-five girls, and within this group of girls there were only two goalies. These two goalies, Kathleen Schell and Grace Anthony, had to hold the team together. Kathleen was talking to Grace before the end of practice and told her “I am really nervous, because I don’t know who coach is going to throw out there first. Also, what if

It was the first day of tryouts, and I could feel my stomach knotting up, as I got dressed alone in the locker room. I could hear the shouting of thirty, twelve-year-old boys in the locker room next to mine, and a heavy ball formed in my throat as my eyes began to tear up from the fear and anxiety of tryouts building up all at once. I was twelve-years-old heading into my first day of tryouts for the Edina boys Peewee hockey team, what would have been my first day of tryouts for the Edina girl’s U12 hockey team if my dad hadn’t forced me to leave behind what had been my worst year in girls hockey just the previous year. In the Edina youth hockey association, by rules, you must go through two years of U10s and then two years of U12 and so on

This was it: Our last period to determine whether we were going to make it to the championship game for the first time since 2011, against the most hated team in the tournament. Edina is hated since they always make it to the championship and win. Now it was time for revenge. The buzzer sounded. My stomach was turning. Nervousness seemed to be passing through all of us. Whenever each team did one good or bad thing, the entire arena erupted with excitement. Minutes were passing by quickly. Both teams kept having such close shots. Each time I got a bad feeling in my stomach. All of a sudden, with three minutes left in playing time, Ash Altman found the back of the net on a breakaway goal. My heart was pounding with excitement. Cheering and applauding roared through the arena. Looking around I saw everyone on their feet, all 21,609 of us. Wow, this was an amazing feeling. Our fan section was going crazy. I thought we could not get as loud as we were in the first period, but I was proven wrong. We were all jumping up and down, screaming as loudly as we could. Holding each other, some people crying of happiness, I realized we all are in this together. All of us wanted this win. Hockey is so important at East High School, and especially important to the state of Minnesota. The last three minutes seemed to have gone by in seconds. Throughout those minutes, we all had not stopped cheering. This was a fantastic moment to be able to call myself a Greyhound, our school mascot. When the buzzer sounded for the last time, it was true. We were headed to the championship game. This was the first time we had made it to the

Silence intoxicated the stadium as Patrice Bergeron glided to the face-off dot against Nazem Kadri. Tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Above, the massive scoreboard read 1-1, which was way too close for comfort. The ref then took a brief glance, analyzing the positions of each player, to ensure they were in their correct positions. He blasted the whistle and the game was on. Next, the puck was dropped in a sudden motion, keeping it remaining completely horizontal the whole way down until it was swiped at rapidly by the Men’s sticks. For me, it felt so surreal to be at the Air Canada Center, observing the action with my own very eyes. In front of me, were the very players I’ve dreamed of witnessing all my life. I could

It was a cold, rainy Saturday. I woke up, nervous as could be, slipped on my sandals, and headed to team breakfast. We all needed to be energized and for the big game that afternoon. Everyone chatted quietly as we devoured our hearty breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Though we were all hopeful and wanted more than anything to be victorious.. It always came back to Monadnock. Year after year, it seemed as though Monadnock would be the team to wreck our season. But if there was any day for us to beat Monadnock, today would be the day. We always played stronger in the rain, and if we lost, the seniors would be done with high school field hockey. We were more hungry than ever for this win.

In this significant story I will be telling you how big of underdogs we were when we played team Canada in the Final game in the Junior Youth Olympics ice hockey game. The game was at 7 pm, it was the last night of the youth Olympics. Everyone that participated in any type of sport showed up to the game, and most of the people that attended wanted Canada to come out on top of the game. The arena was completely packed even before the game started. The rink was getting rowdy and thousands of the Canadian fans started yelling at their top of their lungs “Let's go Canada!” before we even started having our warm up on the ice. No matter how loud the crowd was or how many thousands of people were rooting against us, nothing is more satisfying for a hockey player than the fresh smell of ice when no one has been on it for a while. It's the best feeling ever. Words can't describe playing against Canada and the crowd rooting against us, it's just makes us want to win even more. When the game started, l felt like l was as big as a beast out there and that no one could stop me.

At the age of six I arrived at the “Flyers” monumental (at the time) hockey rink. All I saw was people crowding at the doors to get in. As I strolled up to the doors, I remember my teeth chattering, the cold caressing my face with its bitter fingers. Once to safety indoors, I was met with a burst of information, then guided to the family locker rooms where I was tailored then dressed. After being suited with the littlest jersey, I realized that the people helping me thought I was someone who actually cared enough to try at this sport and to that I thought.

As I walked through the doors of the familiar ice rink I’d called home for the past two and a half years, a rush of nerves and excitement swept over me. Although I had shed my blood, sweat, and tears at this rink; I had never been faced with this level of crippling anxiety in the past. Tonight was the night that determined if I would be playing ice hockey during the 2015-2016 season. My home school district doesn’t fund an ice hockey program; This leads me into a lengthy process of being evaluated, and crossing my fingers in hopes that another school with draft me for their team. This night was the evaluation.

The A-Team’s original mission consisted in being the leader tablet-selling company in the Americas for the B2B market segment (SMEs and Enterprises). This mission had to be quickly adjusted to meet an ever-changing sales-market that reflected the evolution of its customer interests and competitive landscape.

I cannot imagine my life without the whoosh of air flooding through the bars of my helmet as I glide across the ice. With each stride, I grow faster, stronger, and smarter. Hockey has occupied a crucial part of my personality for over two-thirds of my existence. I have grown up with my teammates, and we only improve as we continue playing together. A game during this year’s season defines how hockey has inspired me to become a leader. The score was one-to-one halfway through the third period. Hannah, our team’s newest member, flashed a nervous smile towards me as we skated over to our respective positions in our team’s end. I played right defence while she played right wing. We had to trust and support each other. During the faceoff, the centre

The Dee stadium, home of the Houghton Gremlins, was packed full of eager students and other spectators waiting to see these two teams, who have a strong rivalry that goes back many years ago, face off for the annual wing ding game. The atmosphere was electrifying, the noise filled my head with excitement and my body with so much energy and a small serving of nerves. I assume every other player out there was experiencing the same thing i was because of the importance of this game and everything that came with winning this game. As i skated the puck out from behind the net, so many things were going through my mind, Things like, “ don't lose the puck” and “ i need to find a guy open”. As i kept skating my window of opportunity was closing, i needed to find a person that was open fast or through in up and off the boards because if i don't i might get… then it

We had battled with them with all our strength in two sets, for it wasn’t even close (compound). The winning point was a serve into the net by Washington. We had just won the game.

With the opportunity of a fresh start in front of us, I believe now is the time to make the changes this program needed five plus seasons ago. My first year on the team was both very exciting and intimidating. It couldn’t have been more than two days into the season before I was taken under the wing of senior captain Laura. She began to teach me the ropes of the program I would dream of leading myself one day. As a new captain, Laura explained to me her goals as a leader and what she hoped to bring to the Prior Lake Girls’ Hockey Team. As I look back to the very beginning of my high school hockey career, I have yet to see this team achieve the goals Laura set that year. What I will write about is what I have learned what makes some leaders more successful than other, and why