Due: March 8, 2013
What: A Great Story
Requirements:
1) Has to be a GOOD story
2) Must contain the following grammatical conventions:
A) Semicolons
B) Dashes
C) Prepositional phrases (as Introductory Clauses)
D) Footnotes
Inspirational Quote From Mr. Rabbitt: Good Luck!!!
In the summer of 1957 Captain George T. Harold was at his breaking point. The nights were loud with the sounds of the aircrafts flying over head. The ground was so soft your feet would sink into it. The temperature during the night was as low as 101 degrees Fahrenheit, and during the day it would rise up to 125 degrees Fahrenheit. The air was thick with the smell of the deceased. In the midst of the day the heat made the smell almost unbearable. They didn’t know it but the war was almost to an end! Seven years earlier an ordinary boy at the age of 18 was about to make his way into the “real world.” He was graduating from high school in one week and he was on his way to join the Alabama baseball team to which he had earned a scholarship for being one of the top five best outfielders in the nation. He was able to throw a baseball 120 yards on an accurate straight line to his target. He was fast, athletic and muscular. He weighed about 185 lbs and could run a 4.35 40 yard dash.(1) He was great athlete but an even better student. He was a straight A student, and had taken many advanced classes throughout his years of high school. He graduated high school as the salutatorian of his class. He spent most his summer going out with friends and playing baseball. At the beginning of his freshman year of college he joined Alabama’s baseball team and was the teams DH.(2) He was second string behind a senior for the right field position. As a sophomore he became the starting right fielder for the baseball team. During his sophomore year he decided to change his major from becoming a doctor to becoming a sports marketer. Joseph Edwards, George’s friend—who is also on the Alabama baseball teams— that is also a sophomore in college, was part of George’s influence to change his major. They became real good friends their freshman year and practically did everything together. Joseph Edwards became the starting third baseman for Alabama. During their junior year of college the war had begun for the United States. The United States of America joined the war between Thailand and Burma. Thailand was a major part of the U.S. trading system. At the end of the baseball season George and Joseph decided that they needed to help their country in the war; they signed up to join the fight. By the spring of 1953 they were leaving Alabama to go to Arizona for their training. In Arizona they spent 6 months at Camp Bulgier.(3) For the next six months they would be on a strict schedule of 14 hour training a day. After Camp Bulgier they would move onto a U.S. base stationed in china where they would prepare for the invasion of Burma. They spent a little over a year in this training base. In the winter of 1954 they made their invasion. General Harold led his troops in through the south east part of Burma, after he made his way through the north end of Thailand. The war raged on over the next few years, and the general had lost a lot of men. He was down to 10,000 men near middle of Burma. The next thing he knew he and his men were surrounded by an army around 3x the size of his. He called in for assistance from the company(4) to the west of him and the captain stated that they would be there in four days. As the reinforcements were on their way the Burman army made their move; they started to close the perimeter around General Harold and his men.
ReplyDelete1) A 40 yard dash is a way to test your acceleration, starting at the 0 yard line you sprint to the 40 yard line while someone has a stopwatch monitoring your sprint.
2) DH is baseball terms for Designated Hitter. This is where you do not play the field but you will bat.
3) Bulgier (BUL-jieer)
4) A company is a level of the army (ex. Easy Company, Foxtrot company)
Then the general then made a decision that would be considered the turning point of the battle. He ordered his longtime friend, Joseph – a soldier in charge of the air raids—to deploy the air force and to bomb the area around them to locate the troops that are closing in on them, and to hopefully kill some of the Burman troops. The sky lit up during the night. The fire on the trees gave Harold’s men the ability to see the incoming enemy troops. Then something tragic happened to General Harold. An ally mortar was knocked over and fired upon friendly grounds. They went to stop it from firing but it was too late the mortar had already been set off. The troops yelled for the allies to duck in cover. But for one man it was too late. Captain Joseph Edwards was calling in an airstrike when he looked up and saw the incoming missile. They all froze as six of their own men had been bombed by the misfired mortar. General Harold ran over to the spot of the explosion. He fell to his knees as he saw his captain, his best friend, his fellow teammate, laying there lifeless. He then got up and knew that he had to move on; he had to be strong and lead his team to a victory. He ordered air support to deploy new troops and to take back the bodies of the deceased. He grabbed the body of his fallen captain and carried him to the air craft. He then told the pilot: “make sure this group makes it home safe.” The pilot responded with: “yes sir” as they all did when taking an order from a higher ranking officer. The next day they made their stand killing off over a third of the Burman army only losing around 150 men of their own. This was a crucial part of the war. General Harold and his men pushed on as the Burman army tried to retreat to recuperate. The Burman army retreated to their capitol city where General Harold and his men were accompanied by the other troops of the different squadrons. The battle in the capitol lasted three days; the Americans were finally victorious and the Burman leader surrendered. He looked at his troops and to each and every one of them he told them that he was proud of them for their courage and bravery. He wished them all a happy life as they, group by group, were deployed back to their homes. He was one of the last shipments to leave The Thailand area to be deployed back to the U.S. When he reached the U.S. he was greeted by cheers and smiles. The people were glad that they had won the war. He however was still saddened by the fact that he had lost his best friend during the war. He had won many medals and awards for his victory in the war. As time passed by he married, had kids, and eventually grandkids. He graduated from Alabama after the war and got his degree in marketing and he started what became a large part of the sports market; he called his business Adidas. His children and grandchildren always asked what it was like to be in the war, and he never got tired of telling them about his endeavors and his troops in the war. He eventually passed away and left everything to his family. His son grew up to follow in his father’s footsteps. He went to Alabama for baseball and then went on to the MLB and play for the Mariners as a catcher. His Daughter grew up had a family of her own and became a doctor. His legacy will forever live on with his family and his “brothers in arms” for his courageousness in the war.
ReplyDeleteCharlie Brown was and average twenty-four year old who lived in a small town of Tiffin, Ohio but he had one thing that separated him from the rest; he could box like no other person in his time. He started out his boxing career when he was just six years of age. His father always would talk and watch boxing so I guess you could say Charlie just grew up with it. His father then decided he would train him to be one of the best. He started him out at age six and would wake him up at 5 a.m. to go for a run and get cardio in then he would come back and start is crunches, pushups, and pull ups. He would then make him go up and down the house stairs till he was literally wobbly at the knees. Then they would jump rope and start speed bag work outs and Charlie grew to be a physically fit young man. When he started his first few matches were when he turned the age of thirteen. His father in the basement would teach him different moves and all kinds of different tools he would need to become the best. So when he came around to his first match he always thought fighting when you are mad was the best way to fight so in his first match he got really mad and fought. Well long story short he didn’t make it past the first round and got knocked out. He made his mistakes and didn’t think about his defensive techniques he just wanted to go in and demolish his opponent and ended up costing him the fight. After that he quickly caught on that boxing is a physical and also a mental sport you have to be thinking all the time in a fight. He trained hard next few months and got himself another match this time he was ready he went in got his points and won by decision his whole life became wrapped around boxing he would go to school learn and any time he didn’t spend at school is was devoted to boxing. His school grades were average B’s and C’s but only because of his devotion and passion towards the sport he loved. He continued this routine all the way through middle school, High School, and College where he graduated with a degree in being a architect. After his first fight he had ever had he has not yet lost a fight since then and only became stronger since then. He then once he graduated was invited to take on the World Wide Boxing League.
ReplyDeleteCharlie, of course, decided to accept that offer since his dream was to always become the best of the best in his sport. Then in that league he continued to dominate. They then decided to put him in the running to be the number one contender tournament to face the champion of the world. He stepped up his game and conditioned himself to past exhaustion on some days. When it became fight night for the tournament his dad and family were all watching and cheering him on as they always did and he did what came natural to him and that was to dominate and win so that’s exactly what he did and became the number one contender for the championship match. Later that evening his whole family, friends, and he all went out to celebrate. Charlie then went home early to get some rest because he was tired from the long successful day. Later that night Charlie dad; who has been his mentor and coach for his whole life, was killed coming home because he let Charlie take his car home and let his buddies drive home drunk that night. Charlie dad didn’t think anything about letting his buddies drink and drive because they always had experience with this before. But that night Charlie dad and his friends all died. They were drinking driving home near a lake and swerved off the road into the lake. They all were pronounced DOA. Charlie at home sleeping was awakened by the doorbell and the screams of his mother and the cry’s from his sister. Charlie was told the news and he went into shock and could not believe such a thing happened he grieved with his family arranged the funeral and showing then Charlie knew he had to train and win the fight for his dad. He continued to train his hardiest and the night before the fight he decided to relax and do what helps him relax and think the most and that is to ride his motorcycle. He heads off on his motorcycle about dusk and drives around till his gas tank gets empty. He was really thinking about all the good times him and his dad had and how hard it is to believe he was gone just like that. Charlie then became very angry and was not thinking straight any more. He was not paying attention to the road anymore and he ran a red light where a truck hit him from the side. He was rushed to the hospital by life support and was barley even alive. He later found out that he would not be able to recover from this accident and never be able to move his body again from his chest down. He became bottled up with anger at first but then just was very thankful to be alive. But all his hopes and dreams of being the best was gone all that training and matches gone to waste now just good memories and had to forfeit his match with the champion. He was so upset with not being able to win that fight for his dad he planned and thought about just dying because of him being so useless and not being able to help himself. He was put on life support and need 24/7 attention and care. His mom and his sister both took turns on devoting their time to helping him this went on about five years and he say how much stress was building and how much of a pain it was for them to day in and day out take care of him. He then decided one night to ease up on his family and just let go he wrote them a letter explaining how much love and thankfulness he had towards them for helping him but he had to help himself and them and go visit his dad and rest in peace. On that night he reached over on his machine and “pulled the plug” his mother did he normal 4 am check up on him where she found him dead and the machine unplugged. She cried and was very depressed at first but knew that he would have a better life being with his dad and not suffering any more. His mother and sister then built a gym and named a tournament after Charlie in his honor and hard work. -James Dietz
ReplyDeleteMany friendships are formed through sports and create memorable moments that stay tattooed in your mind forever. The spring of 2006 was when the softball team Shorty’s(1) started their eighth year together with the same coaches from the previous years. It was a slow pitch softball team that started in the elementary and continued throughout their high school careers. They had sky blue sweatshirts with the Shorty’s logo on the front along with their number on the back and black softball pants. These junior girls were all very competitive in this league, but also knew how to have a blast while playing.
ReplyDeleteAll the players had their own unique talent on the team that brought them together and always delivered a great game to watch. One comical player to watch on the team was Kelsey Pacholski her position in the outfield was left center. A first impression of Kelsey would be very kind and polite; you wouldn’t know that she is one of the goofiest people around. She tried and tried to be successful in the outfield but every season during the games she could never catch a pop fly(2) , she’d always grunt and shrug her shoulders after every miss. However, every year she kept coming back and continuing to try.
During one game in the middle of the season, at Hopewell Park, the Shorty’s weren’t having one of their finest games. The opposing team was up to bat and already has all the bases loaded. The next batter comes up to bat and when she hits the ball it pops straight up to outfield left center- everyone waits in suspense- will Kelsey catch it? Or could it be another miss? Kelsey caught the ball. But nobody in that park expected what she was about to do next. She caught the ball and grabbed it out of her mitt and stared at it in her hand in astonishment. Then she proceeds to slam the ball into the ground and scream “Yeah!” at the top of her lungs. The entire team and crowd stares at her in surprise. While she is doing this, the opposing players are running the bases home because of the rule once the ball is caught they can leave the bases. At this point, Kelsey’s teammates are yelling at her to throw the ball in so they can try to get a double out. Yet, she is still continuing her excitement tantrum in the outfield for catching her first pop fly and this time she is rolling back and forth on the ground laughing with the ball. Once the team got over the fact that they didn’t care about all the runners that made it home, they laughed until they couldn’t breathe about Kelsey’s episode in the outfield. This moment has gone down as one of the best plays in Kelsey’s softball career by far. After the game, even though they lost, they all went to Dairy Queen to get ice cream to celebrate Kelsey’s accomplishment.
(1)A smokehouse restaurant that sponsored the softball team.
(2) A high fly ball that can be easily caught before reaching the ground.
Marysa Halfpap
ReplyDeleteIt was the beginning of the fourth quarter during playoffs for basketball1. The home team had the advantage; they were up by 27 points. Everyone in the crowd was cheering them on --expecting them to win. The visiting team, playing their hardest, wasn't going to give up so easy. The visitors started to play harder than they have ever played and began making every shot they went for. Their defense was was staying strong; in hopes of winning this game. The team fought as hard as they could to prove everyone wrong. Minutes, seconds, started to shave off of the score board; when eventualy the visitors tie the game 46 to 46. Everyone in the crowd was in shock, excited to see the final results of the game, looking forward to what would come next. Both teams were trying their hardest; fighting for a victory. Soon, one team will be crushed and won't get the chance to show everyone how hard they worked all season --it came down to this exact game. It was the final seconds of the game and the vistitng team had the ball; when out of no where someone from the other team stole the ball and scored. The crowd jumped with excitement while the players smiled and cheered happy to see what was in store for them next. The visiting team couldnt help but be sad, disappointed that they couldnt prove the others wrong since they were the underdogs. Both teams put up a great fight just one team fought harder.
Basketball: a game played by two teams of usually five players each on a rectangular court having a raised basket or goal at each end, points being scored by tossing the ball through the opponent's basket.
Michael Arvony, that’s the name. The name of one of the most talented kids ever to grow up in the way he had to, starving from his widow of a mother’s pay check every week. To try to get some food to fill his empty pit of a stomach we would stand out on the sidewalk showing off his immense skills of a soccer player. He juggles (1) the ball with such skill pulling some of the greatest tricks one could do, even some thought that you couldn’t do; with only one lonely small coffee can in front of him awaiting a nice gesture of kindness. Luckily the visitors of New York City are generous, or maybe its stupidity, but Lucky he is.
ReplyDeleteLiving in NYC and trying to play soccer, while going to a high school that doesn’t even have a soccer team let alone a field, can be pretty tuff. Wonder how he plays? He and a couple friends play in a street league; Along the streets playing in many different alley ways across the city against some fierce competition. This is wear all of his blood, sweat, and tears have come out. This is everything loves and this is where it all comes out in to his passion for the sport. Soccer is a universal sport and this is his way of playing. Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.
What happens next is something you wouldn't believe. Michael who has been working his hardest to do what he loves has taken a trip to Columbus. This kid who has never been on a legit soccer field is now at the Columbus crew stadium (2). His first couple steps on the field are breath taking to him. His already passionate love for the sport has just grown In a matter of seconds. “Today is my day” he says to himself. It is almost time for tryouts to begin and he is excited for what happens. As the day progresses he is literally pouring his heart out in every stride to do what he can. Time after time again he tries harder and harder. He made many of mistakes by the end of the day, but nothing to drastic. As he the coaches take each player to the side individually, he is called. His nerves are so high he can barely breathe gasping in the air sparsely, palms moist with sweat, he struggles to settle. They start of telling him as he is now they would not like him to be on the team because of the many mistakes made. A tear forms in his eye but he remains standing tall. But, the coach announces that he has never seen so much heart in a kid ever, and they believe with his dedication he can do something with this team. From this day playing for the Columbus crew he remembers this quote from that coach. “Skill can be taught, Heart can’t”.
(1)Juggles – The art of keeping a soccer ball above the ground at all times by using any part of your body- preferably your feet and never using your arms- while using skills to do impressive tricks.
(2) Columbus Crew stadium- a well known major league soccer teams stadium in Columbus.
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ReplyDeletePing pong has to be one of the most intense games to ever be played on planet earth. Back in my day, I played extreme games of ping pong. But I have to say, one of the greatest players to ever play the game is Kyle Butz (1). Kyle is a phenomenal player: I'd do anything to have his skills.
ReplyDeleteKyle Butz -- An All-American ping pong player -- stepped up to the table at the same time I did. He grabs the orange ball and we begin the "toss for serve game. (2)" Not only does he have amazing pong skills, he has an amazing toss as well.
He doesn't even toss the ball normally. He throws it behind his back: it hits dead center on the paddle. I snag the ball and toss it at the small paddle. It hits. We go back and forth atleast 20 times. Finally, Butz whips the ball at my forehead and it drops on the paddle. As I'm in complete shock, I toss the ball and miss. Mr. Butz has one the serve.
Before we begin this long, adventurous, best of three match, Kyle starts on a rant. He says " Hey tubby, you think you can handle this? You have no skill in ping pong. Everytime you move, your jelly rolls are bouncing everywhere. It grosses me out."
Butz tosses the ball up about 7 feet --I expected a friendly serve -- and smashes the ball right in my mouth. I drop to the ground in tears. Butz begins to chuckle and curse at me. I get up, angry and embarrassed. I shrug off that point and get my head back into the game. Again, it's Butz serve. He tosses the ball up and puts some wicked spin on the ball. I some how return the ball. I get the point because Butz wasn't expecting the return. Well, some how I put up a fight in this game. But Butz came out with the win, the score was 11-9.
Butz and my self went back and fourth the second game. It was a very intense match. I managed to come out with the win though. The score was an impressive 19-17.
The last game in the set was the most intense. We gathered everyone in the school to watch. Even the cheerleaders came and cheered for Butz. We got the game started.
First off, Butz had to but his knee brace on. He then tossed up the ball and layed down a side spin curve. The ball jumped off my paddle and just barely nudged the edge. I'm up 1-0. We continue to go back and fourth. After many long volleys, the game was tied 10-10. It's my serve. I throw the ball up behind my back and serve. Butz returns it and I slam it back. Somehow, the amazing Butz sprints 15 feet backwards, dives, and returns the slam. I wasn't expecting it back and he won the point.
He is up now 11-10. I'm extremely impressed by the skill he has shown. So we go back and fourth a few times. I manage to go up on the kid 17-16. It's my serve, I toss it up, and what happened? Aced him.
The Great DOPO and all of his gorgeous females in bikinis came over and congratulated me for winning the championship. They put the crown and my head and allow me to sit in The Great Butz chair where Rabbitt and LaPoint proceed to fan me down with two large pterodactyl feathers.
1- Kyle Butz - is a young man who is a sophomore at Whitmer. He had won the St.Johns championship. He also has no neck.
2- toss for serve game - each person sets the paddle down and throws the ball towards the paddle, if someone hits the paddle and the other person wins, the get to serve.
Jake Schlegel
When you're going on a trip you would usually expect to be staying in a decent hotel, or maybe a little organization in the planning. Especially, when it's a trip for sports- just a fair warning, don't expect either of those things when Reis Baidel is the one planning the trip.
ReplyDeleteAs we arrive in Terre Haute, we realize there's a Drury Inn, which has some pretty exquisite Belgium waffles, and a few other nice hotels on the road.The Days Inn is where we're staying. Originally, I thought that would be fine because I stayed at one in Washington D.C. and it was nice, but this place was raunchy(1). We got out of the car and it felt like we had just hopped off the bus is Tijuana; I made a remark about the motel possibly charging by the hour, and Mr. Wolin told me not to repeat myself again.
Of course, the only person not at the Days Inn at check-in was the person that we all needed to be there, Coach. After about a half an hour and a couple phone calls, coach arrived. It's passed check-in time, so we thought we'd be able to get into our rooms. No, they weren't ready yet. The man at the counter gave us our room keys, so we threw our things in one persons room, and a few of us left to get Starbucks.
Madeleine, Taylor, and I(2) decided after getting Starbucks that it would be a nice idea to check out the Drury Inn to see how much nicer is was than our place. We figured we'd blend in just fine- I mean we were at the Nike Cross Regional, so no one should really question us. We walked in like everyone else, and got in the elevator. While in the elevator we had a conversation with another team about where we're from; we acted like we belonged, so everyone thought we belonged. The three of us sat on a ledge over looking the lobby, and talked about how much breakfast will probably suck tomorrow, and that if we had stayed here we'd be eating an amazing breakfast. Sitting on the ledge talking, a light bulb went off. The best idea ever; we'd sneak over here in the morning and steal breakfast. After sitting for a little while longer, we planned everything out. The plan was beautiful and flawless like Christiano Ranaldo(3).
When we got back to our motel our room was finally ready. Relieved, we grabbed our bags then headed to the room. I kicked open the door, and to our surprise there was Margarita, the housekeeper, watching Animal Planet. My kicking of the door and yelling hello startled her. She jumped up to turn the television off, and ditched. Surely, she's a hard working woman, and was just taking a small rest.
This was the lovely start to our weekend-long trip in Terre Haute, Indiana.
(1) dirty, nasty, not okay under any circumstances. This means a lot coming from me because I will sleep almost anywhere.
(2) we're the three closest teammate. Both very good friends. Coach hates us because we rarely listen, and often influence the rest of the team to do- for lack of a better word- stupid things.
(3) one beautiful man
We were sophomores; they were seniors. In the world of broomball, it is a known fact that sophomores do not defeat seniors, especially the Bombpops(1). But on that day in March, we put the expectations out the window. We were confident and we believed in ourselves.
ReplyDeleteOn the ice, we stared at our opponent. The warm-up clock - seemingly still - slowly counted down to zero. As soon as the buzzer rang we knew all hell would break loose.
The buzzer rang and all the girls sprinted - as much as you can on the ice - to their positions. The moment that I had dreaded was finally here. Standing just short of a good away from me was Rae-Rae(2). I was not the only one facing their fears on this night. The Bombpops were full of mean, heartless, downright fearless girls. But on this night, we were not backing down.
As always, the first seconds of the nine-minute half were vicious. Brooms were flying left and right; ice was slid on my knees of players. My heart was beating a mile a minute waiting for the ball to come to my end of the ice(3). But to the shock of many, we scored a goal in the first minute of the game.
Surely it was a fluke. This very team had mercied(4) us the previous year. There in no way we could have scored on them. But sure enough a “1” appeared on the visitor side of the scoreboard.
My life was surely going to be miserable now. It was a rare occurrence that the Bombpops go scored on and when they did there was hell to be paid. I knew I was in trouble when Rae-Rae immediately pushed the stick of her broom into the part of my neck not being protected by my helmet. She was signaling that she would not back down. I returned the gesture by trapping her broom between mine and the ice(5). This was war.
The majority of the battle took place in the center of the ice. Occasionally a slice or scoop - two different ways to propel the ball in the air a great distance - would make its way to either goal to be knocked away by goalie guards and cleared by defensive wings. But then the unthinkable happened. Two of our mid-ice players were thrown in the penalty box for a minute. We were down by two players, which was a big loss. Our defense was suddenly bombarded with girls that had a mission. Every time the ball came near me I felt a sharp pain in various areas of my body from being smacked with a broom handle or elbow. A girl then set up right in the middle of the ice. Just as she sliced it as the goal, Rae-Rae pulled a maneuver on me causing me to fall to the ground. Unguarded, the goalie had no chance. The ball sailed into the upper right corner of the net. The game was tied for the remainder of the first half.
At halftime, our team was filled with a comradery and determination I had never seen before. We all shared war stories from the first half and plans to combat their strategies. We all knew we had a chance; every single one of us knew what it would mean to win.
Walking onto the ice for the second half we had our heads held high. We were in this. The Bombpops had a different attitude; they had a fire in their eyes that could melt the entirety of the very ice we were standing on. They also had come to the realization that we could actually tie them. The first half would suddenly become a walk in the park.
ReplyDeleteFive out of the nine minutes in the second half were scoreless. The ball traveled back and forth between sides with crazed girls following after it. With about three and a half minutes left in the game, it became interesting. We had three extremely close chances to score a point, all gliding past the goal. After the third attempt, the ball was scooped by a Bombpop player to our end of the ice. Being unprepared for the counterattack, the ball bounced off a broom right into our goal. We were crushed. The Bombpops’ fans went wild. Our coach sensed our discouragement and called a quick timeout. She gave us words of wisdom and sent us back on the ice with two minutes and forty-five seconds to make a comeback. We were ready.
The ball exploded out of the face off towards their goal. Our forward got to it and scooped the ball over the net to be hit by the other forward into the net. Our fans jumped into a frenzy that echoed throughout the entire building. We were back to a tie with two minutes left in the game. These two minutes were crucial. Both teams had everything to prove. As the face off was about to happen, my knees were shaking. I was ready to give my all to defend this goal. The ball began on our side, but it was fiercely scooped to the opposing goal. The ball was hit back and forth at an alarming rate. There was a slice that rocketed on the ground towards our goal with thirty seconds left on the clock. It shot past four defenders as the crowd looked on in horror. I was unprepared and stood at the opposite side of the goal. However, I gave this game my all and propelled myself across the goal with no reservations. My body hit the ice with a thud, but my broom was extended as far as it could go. The ball hit the tip of my broom and ricocheted into the corner. Again the crowd went wild, but it was our team that went into a frenzy.
With twenty seconds left on the clock, a defended scooped the ball behind their net. The Bombpop defenders scrambled to get the ball back to the goal. The goalie smacked the ball away which proved to be a crucial mistake. Our player was ready and hit the ball as hard as she could. With three seconds left on the clock the ball rocketed with immense speed into the net. The buzzer sounded; our fans stormed the wall of the ice, and our teammates ran out onto the ice to share the glory. A true miracle had happened. We won the game that every single person in the world thought we would lose. This was the ultimate underdog story and I got to be a part of it.
(1): The best and most vicious team in the league.
(2): A girl that looked to be about 6ft tall and weigh about 200 pounds. She attempted to run me over in the parking lot once.
(3): I played goalie-guard and stood around the goalie at all times.
(4): To be ahead by 10 points. Once this happens the game is over.
(5): This symbolized that you did not care for your opponent and wanted to piss them off.
The date was October 17, 2010 around 4:00p.m. and I get a call from my friend Kevin telling me to get on Madden 12(1) so we can play each other. He and I would usually face each other once a week on this game. Every time we played it was always a close game. Sometimes I would win, and other times he would win. My friend Kevin is a huge Patriots fan so he would always pick that team. I on the other hand like the Browns, so I would always pick that team. As most people know who watch football understand the fact that the Patriots are tremendously better than the Browns. So Kevin had the better team and players on his side. But I felt that I was the better at the game, which balanced the teams. So on this day anyone of us could come out on top. So I tell him, “Okay game on”. I hopped on the game and invited him to a private match and a party chat.(2) At this point my friend Kevin is talking so much smack—this is very common in Patriot fans—and he is annoying the hell out of me. We get into the private match and I pick the home side with the Browns and he picks the away side with the Patriots. He kept saying, “Start the game”, so I did; he kept complaining anyway. Of course he wins the coin toss and he decided to give the ball to me. I hate that because I always want the ball in the second half. So I get the ball first and I go three and out.(3). He gets the ball and does the same thing. This keeps occurring until two minutes left in the 2nd quarter. The score was zero to zero and I had the ball deep in the Patriots territory looking to score before the half is over. So I purposely run down the clock to make sure that Kevin doesn’t get the play back before the half. This plan back fires in a big way. The clock was running down and its third down and I have to throw it before the clock runs out, and of course I throw an interception in the end zone and turn the ball over. At this point I pick up my T.V. remote and throw it at the wall as hard as I could causing it to break beyond repair. He runs out the clock in the half as I try to find all the pieces of the remote. Now it is the 2nd half and I’m looking to redeem myself after what happened in the 1st half. Kevin gets the ball first and I cause him to go 3 and out to start the half. And this point I realize that I need to capitalize on this opportunity and score. That is exactly what I did. The first play I decide that I wanted to throw a hail mary.(4) It worked out perfectly because Kevin wasn’t expecting me to do that play on first down and I scored a touchdown. Next thing I know I hear Kevin’s controller being thrown in the background and I could stop laughing after hearing that.
ReplyDeleteAfter that occurred, no scoring happened until about 1:30 left on the clock in the 4th quarter. I just turned the ball over to Kevin after I fumbled the ball. And in one minute and three downs he scores a touchdown. The score is tied 7 to 7 and he is about to kick the ball off to me. Kevin tries tricking me by going for an onside kick but I saw it coming and I recovered the ball. There was 27 seconds left on the clock after the onside kick I wanted to score and win the game. I was on the 45 yard line and on the first play I completed a pass in the middle of the field for a 20 yard gain. So I’m on the Patriots 35 yard line with 17 seconds on the clock after I called a timeout. So I decide to run the ball so I can take time off the clock. So I ran the ball and gain 7 yards, then I waited until there was 3 seconds left on the clock and called timeout. At this time my heart is pounding because I need to make this field goal to win the game. I pick the field goal play and wait for my players to get to the line of scrimmage. I move the arrow on the screen for the angle and press the “A” button on the controller for the power and kick the ball. As soon as I hit the “A” button I knew that it was going to make it in. but I was almost wrong because as the ball was going into the field goal it hit off the right pole and went in giving me the victory. After the ball went in I heard Kevin once again throw his controller, and soon after he raged quit(5) and shut off his Xbox. Kevin didn’t talk to me for a few days after this game, but at least he came around to congratulate me on the victory.
ReplyDelete(1): Madden 12 is a football game for the Xbox 360
(2): A private match is where you play a game yourself and one other person. And a party chat is a thing on the Xbox where you can talk to people in private.
(3): Going three and out is when you’re playing football and you go through 3 downs and have to punt the ball.
(4): A hail mary is a play in football where you throw the football far down the field and try to score a touchdown.
(5): Rage quit is when someone gets really mad at the game they are playing and just quits the game.
John Merki