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Fast-paced running Children out of breath A yellow jersey with a #2 on the back Playing the defense position And scoring a goal 10 years old A trophy Feeling like a celebrity on the way home
Blood. Sweat and wind.My right hand is burning, and I'm too cold.
Every family in America--or so it seems Gathers around their television To pay homage To the god Of sports and commercialism To slouch on a couch To enjoy Ads that cost
Go Team! Go go go! That wasn't a foul! Idiot umpire! Run! Steal! Cotton candy makes my fingers stick Sugary funnel cake filling me To shout for the team
Game day had fallen upon the land The hiss, the boo, the cheers, the joy incoming And with the audience in his hand Was Hercules a football star upcoming With a mighty golden lion as his mascot
Grow up, Stop looking at things so close up. I sat the bench all season of Field Hockey, Some said it's because I'm not too jockey. I watched my friends run and play, While I sat there feeling gray.
Up up I go the stares and the crowd in the distance all so loud I begin crack down my legs my spine my heart my hands but then
I swim because it has given me a new thing of confidence that I never knew I had, and it keeps increasing every time I dive into the water.
Oh, the soccer superstar,oh,the varsity freshman year,oh,the idolized man , Just that it could seem so clear , Must not have fear, can't let them down, I frown in the mirror when It feels like I'm drowning.
A sudden realization in the back of a subaru A panic, driven by an anxiety I am clinically chained to With all of the time I have been given and all of the love I have been given what have I done for myself?
I just wanna ball, mother fuck the lace Any fuckin where, any fuckin place Any time of day, any type of space You could name the rules, I just wanna play You could name the city, you could say the state
In the summer, I took a trip At first thinking it would be a bummer Coaching Kids With my own Coach, Zach Taught me about myself More than I could ever take back
Dusty cleats by the front door every day. Just more week and I get to play. The start of the season is always the best, I've put in more work than any of the rest. Blood, sweat, and tears.
I remember those 8 min quarters I remember running my heart out I remember shooting the ball I remember trying to focus on the free throws I remember ignoring the crowd screaming my name
Dear wrestling, You are my opponent, Were on the mat shaking one anothers hand, The ref blows the whistle and the crowd disappears.
I am not a poet I don’t write I don’t recite I don’t use my words correctly i don’t comprehend as well as others i don’t understand the rules I play ball, I’m good at it it makes me whole its my happy place The court is ninety-four feet the h
Who's ready to Play? Who's ready to put their life on the line for the chance to be the bigger person? Who's ready to go in and Drop a player and Drop an offensive girl
Paul was a young baseball that lived in Stuart’s Bend.Every day, afterschool, the local kids played with Paul to their wits’ end. His dream was to make it to the major leagues,But he knew that getting there would cause him great fatigue. In colleg
Because I love you, I give you my blood, sweat, and tears.I gave it to you as soon as I could walk and you gave me the name “Jock”.As I enter senior year, the thought of you ending strikes me with fear.No more practices.No more games.All my memor
A hockey team skates slowly over thin ice. Lonely but not alone, the goalie stands, Guarding a meaningless area That has been assigned temporary meaning. Her head held high, she takes the puck,
Callouses, blisters, exhaustion, Gloves, bats, balls, Cheering, screaming, crying, laughing. I miss the dirt under my cleats, and the smell of sweat in my nose. The way a homerun feels.
I think I learned what awesome is When I realized my karate teacher Was barely five feet tall All of my eleven years stood before her And I still had to look down
Blow absorbing hate They're clueless 'bout the vision Yes-I am one in seven billion Which is a fact you can negate But s'why I don't concede
My home is not a particular place My home isn't a building to see My home isn't always a glamorous space My home doesn't belong to me I feel most at home in October
we never realize how quickly everything can change we can think we have it all and its taken away in the blink of an eye volleyball kept my world together i jumped up
At the crack of the bat my legs were in motion, To beat the ball to first base. But as I ran with all my might, The unbearable pain made me lose sight. The pain in my side was too much to bare,
It's the adrenaline that you feel, Just enough passion and desire to win I look around and see dozens of eyes on the court the same court I'm standing in
School Work Girlfriend Friends Family Church College Scholarships Life It all weighs you down Like syrup on pancakes Oh, don't forget to eat right
Leotards and red licorice.
Once my dream was to leap up high, My bow bending, Letting my arrow fly.
Playing in the dirt makes me smile All while I run the bases in style Here comes the throw, diving I go Into the dirt all while I smile The catcher missed me by a mile.
Football. Track. Sports in general. These things help, They get me up. I go to school For my sports. They are my passion And I don't know How I would wake up
This is our wrestling mat. It isn’t much to see. Sort of furrowed yet flat. The number of soles it has held has given it a soul.
There is no skin color, There are no religions, That is the way it is. We all become warriors, That is the way it is. There are no differences, No Hate, Just Love,
One value that I hold true, is the fact that winners are the few. Without winners and losers in this world, it can become twirled. For winning is what propels, people to break their shells.
The grass, dampened by the dew that lay upon it. The air, so cool and refreshing. Oh look, it's my turn at the dish. My swing, so graceful that the ball sails far.
Dear, round ball How perfect you are The most valuable possession in and out of the field To me you are like water to grass Like air to birds
Polo is my mojo, Yes Island makin me smilin, No Yet water polo, es muy bueno with the sueno of the heat. With the strength of his teeth, this polo beast, compeles the thrist of
It sifts from my hands - It rises from the court It fills the air with rotation In the direction of the rim - It makes a game Face
WHY WE PLAY THE GAME OF FOOTBALL... Football is thought to be just a game or something small but that is not true at all... The game teaches you discipline and work ethic
A warm summer day built to the past. Rising mist, lifting air and whistling sounds. Days at school not to hold the last? No heavy breathing, no heart that pounds.
I AM I am a benchwarmer and a starter. I wonder why I play this sport. I hear coach yelling. I see that I am back on the bench. I want to start every game.
One early morning on the court There were five teens Who could not agree on a sport One wanted tennis So he brought his racket But the others were being such a menace
The sport of soccer is, A team sport It doesn't matter if you are tall or short With it you have more support
Every season There is a reason, Why everyone loves The sport capitalized by clubs. It's not the attraction to the players on the field, But the heart that the people yield.
Athletics are my pastime But I am injured and no longer can enjoy them. Upon two crutches I hobble instead of run. I lose my breath in three steps when I would last sixty minutes upon a soccer field.
I refuse to accept "I can't." Those two words are the same as "I won't." and "I quit." There are no quitters. There is only "I can." and "I will." "I quit." is a joke.
The devil sits inside the earth Spreading With Triple 6 Triple x But if the devil loves triples then the Splash Brothers are demons But they ain't demons there Warriors
Luscious green grass covers the field It is a battlefield for some And entertainment for others
A kid who just wants to be heard Someone who wants success Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed They don't know the pain, the problems Of always wanting to be the best His parents are proud of him
To me baseball is more than a game, Day in and day out i spend my constant time. With work and effort I will earn my fame, I feel as though my loss would be a crime. Nothing in life has ever felt so sweet,
Living in this moment The crowd is all around us They scream for our team Teamwork is everything We live in this moment The hours of practice The days of hard work
Birth of new born killers high end thrillers sparse chances, taken with unease beans and peas, mark disease and players can't see me 'cause I was never on a team in the first dream, I ever had
This is not New York, This is not Mets terrritory, This place is owned by the enemy! Everyday adversity is what I face, shunned for following a hethen team, But lose faith is the last thing that I do!
At bat, she pitches A yakker; a curveball He saw it coming- expected it But didn't know when Strike, batter out! Now, the hill is mine
Unbearable, unreachable pain. With every step, a shock to the system. Torturous travels through the daytime hours. Equiped with only a wavering hope of pain disappearing.
I arrive at the field, joyful to the max A box of Gatorade, maybe a 6-pack.
I'll die in practice to live in the meets
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so. We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
Hip hip hooray Is what they think we say. As we actually say "5,6,7,8!" Lifting others high above us, buiding trusts when we catch before they fall, there's a special bond between us,
Coach is talking the scoreboard buzzing final three seconds left, down by only one you feel like you weigh a ton as the sweat is dripping your palms plastered with blood the ref blows his whistle
Even Though it's Torture And every game makes me feel like the weather outside that day is a scorcher I will always believe because when I'm standing by that Fence
Tentative footsteps to confident strides,
Radiating, eardrums ringing, loud and proud Listen up! The coach is talking That sound reverberates beyond the crowd The uproar is so wild you can’t think aloud
I am from the only place it's okay to steal, from the grainy dirt and the allergy filled grass to the crack of my bat and stitches of bright yellow balls.
i think I am awesome, yes i do I think i am awesome and you will too competitive sports are my passion love to sport my volleyball fashion lacrosse is another favorite I just always crave it
Some say you must hate to lose, more than you love to win.
A saucer hovers over the field. A cry: “Uuuuup”, lingers in the air like the smell of a recent rain. Two men, their desire unconcealed, streak down-field, celestial comets paired,
You shake and tremble And try not to cry out in fear As the masses begin to assemble With your fellow warriors near So your nerves start to wane And a smile breaks across your face
Pass, set, and hit. When I walk into the gym I never quit. Medicine balls, burpees, and pushups,
I AM COMPETITIVE AND FOCUSED I wonder what college athletics is like I hear ankles crack becuase the dude got crossed I see a "Gold" Ball
It's time to focus Lehne. Get in the racing mindset. Ports one foot in, and down. I sit and strap in as fast as I can Port oars across. Bow take a stroke. Weigh enough. Focus
Lacrosse sticks for me, lacrosse sticks everywhere, lacrosse is my life.
One last shot I use to say
As the seasons collide, The persistence grows, The uncontested eagle flies, The adversity merely shows. From start to finish, the flag is raised, Time is of the essences,
She comes to meNot only listening, but living what I speak. She steps up to the plate.She swings.She succeeds. The creditall given to her,but she thanks me.
The darkness outside shines in through the lining of windows The humid air smells of hard work The quick flash of a cell phone, a camera Lighting up the merry faces of battle-worm winners.
What's UNDER the ARMOUR? What's inside the shell? What stirs up the STORM? What causes the swell? When times get tough, Do I run and then hide? Or do I stand up and fight,
Two eight-year-old boys meet. One of ebony skin, One of cream. After hours of frog-catching at the park, Their fathers see, and take them apart. Why can't we be friends?
When I step through its doors I am at war. Every Set is a battle, Every Rep is contact, Every drop of sweat that runs down my head, Is the blood of my fallen brothers. I will not rest until my body runs red.
Bright lights shining in my face A face that is not disgraced A face looking into the face of the camera That will lead me to a new fate No politics or sob stories Sports and only sports all day every day
The heart beats quicken walking to the box, adrenaline rushes while put on the spot. Pressures on; the hand and bat locks, together in hope for the pitch to be on dot. Steady the breath when she winds,
Crunch…Crunch…Crunch… Man, it’s humid out today… can’t blink or else the sweat will burn my eyes, just what I need… We’re only at the mile mark?!... This is gonna be a long race...
Chink, chink, chink; the overhead lights illuminate the arena. Her feet pat, pat, the ground as we enter the canter.
Athletes Benched Coaches Defense End Zone Football Guards Halftime Interception Jersey Kicker Lineman Managment Nickleback Opponent
All lined up almost ready to start,
Fun sport Outdoors Or indoors Tackling players Ball fumbled Always fun
It was the final set, Victory was near. It had come down to this, The world would get, And with one little sphere, Into a company of bliss. Match point, it was
The rush is so great Better than any drug out there Starting at a young age I became addicted quite easily I didn't know how much it could tear you down and also bring you back up
The sky is so bright but there is no sun Balls lost from sight in the light leave you on the run Searching for the ball as the missing piece to a puzzle hours go by in only seconds of action
I love baseball, it is my holy grail. On the field 9 fearsome warriors ready to battle.
I can feel the emotions stirring, raising, Embracing me in a feeling of heartache. As the other soldiers join the battalion, I am sent home only to to say, "Why did this happen to me?"
Watch, grow, learn kick, swing, catch sports any type best times in your life every aspect applied to the outside teammwork on the field, in the classroom, in the workplace
Time winds down. Tick. Tock. Crunch time, ten seconds on the clock. Pass the ball then take the shot. Swish! Autographs in the parking lot. Everyone sees all the smiles and cheers,
Playing Paul VI. Camden Catholic's biggest rival. Down 52-50 with 20 seconds remaining. Cole steps onto the court playing in his first playoff game. He rubs his hands along the back of his shoes to remove the dust and quickly squeaks his shoes.
Saturday? Really? Saturdays are for me to spend time with my family. Not at practice sweating my butt off. I need time to do what I want. I spend two or more hours after school Monday-Thursday plus the 45minutes of athletics.
Lacrosse is my favorite sport I love running and I love to score Without lacrosse my life would be a bore I never want to quit I only want more When I am on the field I run as fast as I can
You'd think that a Sports Marketing class supports all sports, Except for the athletes that play in mini skirts. You see, Mr. K, every other day I'm offended by what you and the boys in my class say.
The clean cut edges, The smoothness of each base, Every corner better than the next, Perfectly polished, Standing in awe of its grandness, The happiness melts in, First, Second, Third,
Smell the intensity, does it make you anxious? Feel the stitchings leave your hand, don't they feel rough? Hear the eerie crack, does it make you cringe? Taste the relief, but not yet satisfying?
The clean cut edges, The smoothness of each base, Every corner better than not, Perfectly polished, Standing in awe of its grandness, The happiness melts in, First, Second, Third,
I hear a baseball game, a bang of the bat, a smack of the glove. I hear a soccer game, a bang at the ball, a swish in the back of the net. I hear a football game, a clack at the hands, a pop at the pads. I hear sports, full with many booms.
It's referred to as "laxation" by the people of the lacrosse nation. You can thank the North American Indians for the creation. The game is completed in an hour's duration with the occasional hesitation and aggravation.
My life: it’s like one of those practices where you keep running suicides The whistle blows, you start running You don’t know when it’s going to stop; but what you do know is you have no other option but to give it your all
I asked my mother, what should I be? Should I be Portland or should I be Seattle, and here is what she said to me! Don't be silly hun, you are your father's son, and there can only be truly one,
I love you in the morning, I love you at night. You are the one that makes me feel right. I love that sometimes you are muddy or sandy, and the weather is either hot or cold. You also have the umpire that has strike zone control.
Its as if you feel invincible Or maybe you don’t feel at all It’s as if I’m the only one That you’ve ever seen fall. Maybe she’s perfect But maybe I’m worth it I won’t let you down
Running down the field of grass Everything becomes clear as glass Everyone shares one common goal To stay away from the oncoming poles Dodging the defense left and right
Coach tells you One decision You have to do it Once, twice Maybe you won't No, you have to do it Now, now is the time Down the line If she doesn't throw Make sure she runs at you
We hear the anthem singing in th wind. We cant wait for the game to begin. All we want to do is beat the other team. As we do it, we like to hear the fans' scream! When we step up to the plate to hit,
I will prove you wrong. I will show you that I can. I will never quit. I will fight for it. I will be knocked down. I will want to stop. I will get back up. I will do it for ME.
She comes fast, speeding down the left wing board. A shot, a rocket, to my new facemask. Blackness. Ringing in my ears. No pain. Lord, I do not trust myself to stand. The task At hand – “Cover it” – a voice far away.
Crowds in the stands: cheering, booing, eating, drinking; Watching the teams: hitting, bunting, stealing, scoring; One team pumped: encouraged, driven, pushing on; The other, down: trying, failing, giving up;
18 hours 30 minutes : e m i
Tennis is bonkers.I mean, it's bloody insane!But I love to watch.
Softball by Hannah Montgomery There are lots of things you can play weather sunshine, rain, night, or day. Some sports require a bat, ball, and glove. This is the specific sport I love.
My team will always stay together through the good and the bad. We all stand together, not alone, on and off the basketball court. My team will always stay together.
That small yellow ball means everything. People sprint to this commodity. They must have this priceless treasure. They spend their lives in dedication, To a little yellow ball.
i hear your laugh dailyi picture your smile ofteni contemplate about the night they took my friendtrying to block it out but it plays again
It all starts with the spotlight on me My heart as if to burst Hand clinched to tight my forearms fatigue Inhaling deep for a second of relief
Im ready, i was born ready, to suit up with armor, my helmet heavy, i look up to the crowds they shout and scream, as we approach the field, or the battle ring,
No sport moves fans more than hockey where in the playoffs all emotions are felt There is hate between rivals There is hope amongst fans
Each person is like a shape, No two shapes are exactly the same, But no shape is ever simple. We all have sides not displayed For this or that reason, Yet, we feel the need to express
The clink of ball on metal It's going, going, Gone! My heart leaps as My feet start to move The bottom of my Cleats churning up the dirt Suddenly I'm flying! Faces are blurred, sound is lost
Sliding into home, running Over the catcher Feet first To avoid Being called out. A catchers worst fear- a Long Legged runner with no sympathy!
The Lights My dream is to be in the middle of the huddle under the lights. To be able to work towards a goal With people I have no relation to But feel like my extended Family
It's that time of August Everyone gathers around the television Friends and family Flags in one hand, Beer in the other Lifted spirits muffle the opening ceremony But where's David?
I draw my strength from the Sun it beats down on me and I let it my time outside makes me strong my feet pound the grass and I sweat out my fear anger pain it all drips off my skin
I am. I am athletic and smart. I wonder how high is the sky. I hear the crowd scream as I enter the dome. I see the defense in man to man zone. I want to be the best in the NFL.
Ten girls. Hundreds of endless hours. Thousands of beads of sweat trickling down tired bodies. but its all worth it. Now is the time that actions speak louder than words.
Anticipation seizing him, The swimmer stoops to grip his block, All ready for that single beep That will begin the clock.
The diamond, it's my home. The four bases, the mound, and the batters box. The nine intense girls on the field ready to get an out. I swing the bat, I hit the ball, there is goes flying out of my home.
My opponent's record, 2-5 This week should be easy to survive Extending my streak to four wins straight That is certain, no debate. Suddenly despair chokes the air Rodgers with thirty points is just unfair.
miss after miss those days you just can't hit you're not good enough you might as well quit lacking patience, losing all determination trying to make it to college a first generation
Running down the field Sun shining bright, sky bluer than the ocean, grass green and smooth It all feels so natural My gloves snug around my fingers with just the slightest amount of moisture against my palms
The smell of autumn’s leaves fill the air Friday night lights shine down with their encouraging faces Giving hope, pumping adrenaline through the brave football players They’ll win the game tonight
I'ts more than a game, It's a passion. I step on my mat, hungry for victory. Speed and strength is my disease... I attack like a beast with an assassin's mentality.
Playing football was the cause Ligaments stretched in my knee So during baseball season I had to pause I didn’t wait long enough and that was key.
I am an anxious Gymnast I wonder if I can pull off this bar routine I hear the bar squeak as my opponent performs ahead of me I see the chalk soaring through the air as vaporous powder
Hey comes fast, But bye come faster, Over comes last, But under comes after, From set up to set hut, In from the monotone cadence, From plastic and head buts, Out roar of excruciating patience,
You can't do it, they sneered You can't make it over that mountain All of them, swaying, waiting. But I knew I could.
Your love is my personal Diamond... Many want it... But only I have it... & I wouldn't trade it.... For anything in the World... For it is PRICELESS!
Perhaps there was not enough effort Perhaps there was not enough skill Maybe there were too many mistakes Maybe we ran the wrong drill