As he steps on to the court the fans scream, and behind him his invincible team. His silky gold jersey and shorts, taking air as he charges all over the court. They root and he shoots, nothing but net. The opposite team takes that as a threat. He looks to crowd and winks an eye and waves the opposite team good-bye. He’s Earth-shattering, captain, record-breaking, MVP, Champion. We call him the invincible king cause he’s got four rings.
But we also call him Kobe.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Homerun Ball
When I was ten years old I dreamed of hitting a homerun, and I wanted it to be a walk off grand slam as a matter of fact! A walk off grand slam is when you are the home team and it is the 9 inning or extra innings and you hit a homerun to win the game. I knew I could hit one too, we had a baseball tournament the next day and I was really excited. I was pitching for the first game and i started off shaky, but after about the third inning I got so mad that it seemed like a fire was lit in me. I was up to bat still mad and hit a triple, I was hitting great. Once i got back to the pitcher’s mound I was striking people out left and right it was amazing!! The next inning i got up to bat I hit a double and scored two runs for our team, and we were tied 9 to 9 and going into extra innings.
The next inning they took me off the mound and I was mad because as the game went on I kept throwing better and better, but you can’t argue with the coaches so I didn’t. The next time I got up to bat we were in extra innings, it was the bottom of the 11 inning and the bases were loaded. The bad thing about this was there was 2 outs and all I had to do is score the run on third and we won the game, but it ain’t as easy as it’s said, I stepped up to the plate and the first pitch came it was a ball, then he threw another ball, then a strike. He threw the next pitch and I hit it, I was not looking at the ball I was just running towards first and the next thing I know everybody was screaming , I turned and looked up, the ball was over the fence!! I was going crazy I hit the ball at ten years old 300ft, college players barely hit it that far. I will never forget the first time I hit a walk off grand slam.
The next inning they took me off the mound and I was mad because as the game went on I kept throwing better and better, but you can’t argue with the coaches so I didn’t. The next time I got up to bat we were in extra innings, it was the bottom of the 11 inning and the bases were loaded. The bad thing about this was there was 2 outs and all I had to do is score the run on third and we won the game, but it ain’t as easy as it’s said, I stepped up to the plate and the first pitch came it was a ball, then he threw another ball, then a strike. He threw the next pitch and I hit it, I was not looking at the ball I was just running towards first and the next thing I know everybody was screaming , I turned and looked up, the ball was over the fence!! I was going crazy I hit the ball at ten years old 300ft, college players barely hit it that far. I will never forget the first time I hit a walk off grand slam.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
What I Llike About The Hunger Games
- I like the art when Peeta did the camouflage in the training center.
- I like how at first it looked like is was during the old day's and at the middle it looked like the futer.
- I like how there was a lot of action in the movie.
- I like when Katniss got mad she hit the apple, that was cool.
- I like the dogs at the end they looked scary.
- I liked Katniss's plan all it was is just don't get killed and run.
- I liked the capital it was huge and nice.
- I like the song that Katniss was singing
- I like how at first it looked like is was during the old day's and at the middle it looked like the futer.
- I like how there was a lot of action in the movie.
- I like when Katniss got mad she hit the apple, that was cool.
- I like the dogs at the end they looked scary.
- I liked Katniss's plan all it was is just don't get killed and run.
- I liked the capital it was huge and nice.
- I like the song that Katniss was singing
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
What is a Player?
A player is one who doesn't give up at the sight of defeat,
But learns from their mistakes and puts them beneath.
A player is one who doesn't give up at the sound of the buzzer,
Always giving what they have from one side of the court to the other.
A player is one who doesn't whine about their playing time,
Because a player knows it's an unacceptable crime.
A player is one who practices game-speed,
Always keeping in mind that their shots are not guaranteed.
A player is one who doesn't settle for anything less,
Even knowing, that they're not the best.
They will be the ones you see outside practicing,
Day or Night, Rain or shine,
They are the ones running on hurt ankles, admitting there fine.
A player is one who has a strong, sensible mind,
Never pondering about failing, only contemplating prevailing.
A player is one who doesn't chicken out,
Who wants to be in the game when everything counts.
Now, that is a true player.
But learns from their mistakes and puts them beneath.
A player is one who doesn't give up at the sound of the buzzer,
Always giving what they have from one side of the court to the other.
A player is one who doesn't whine about their playing time,
Because a player knows it's an unacceptable crime.
A player is one who practices game-speed,
Always keeping in mind that their shots are not guaranteed.
A player is one who doesn't settle for anything less,
Even knowing, that they're not the best.
They will be the ones you see outside practicing,
Day or Night, Rain or shine,
They are the ones running on hurt ankles, admitting there fine.
A player is one who has a strong, sensible mind,
Never pondering about failing, only contemplating prevailing.
A player is one who doesn't chicken out,
Who wants to be in the game when everything counts.
Now, that is a true player.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
What I Think About School
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Some people think school is boring, dumb, stupid, etc. but some students say school is fun, cool, etc. I think school can go both ways, it can be boring at one minute and fun at the next, but it is also fun if you can talk to your classmates and do the work at the same time. I hate when I work by myself because then if I don’t know the answer nobody can help me, I think we should work more with partners and in groups, and I think that’s why students fall asleep in class. I think we need more communication with others and don’t have to go to school at 6 in the morning. Kids brains don’t work properly early in the morning, that’s the reason students fall asleep a lot. I think students should have more technology with there work, and make school shorter. They should make it were one day you can ware whatever you want and other days you can ware uniforms.
I think we should more time to talk to friends and walk because we don’t have a lot of time for that. We should have better launches then the same thing every other day because it is getting old. Then students coming to school more, have fun, and not be sleepy.
I think we should more time to talk to friends and walk because we don’t have a lot of time for that. We should have better launches then the same thing every other day because it is getting old. Then students coming to school more, have fun, and not be sleepy.
Friday, February 10, 2012
The Man On The Bench
The man on the bench is just like me
He's not the star, but he's the key
Without his aid and help each day,
I doubt if there would be a play.
Every run by a team on "big game" day
He holds the dummy and shows the way when
The other team runs that certain play.
When not being clocked, he's chasing punts.
Or shagging fly balls, and fielding bunts,
Or a hundred and one other useful stunts.
He's always the "skins" against the “shirts",
And the night of the game he sits and hurts,
He's not on the sports page every time
When a "dollar" is waiting, he's the "dime"
He comes to the banquet with a little prayer,
Hoping this year the "letter" is there.
As he squirms wishfully in his chair.
And he suffers a little along with his
coach,
As the names are read and no approach
Is made to him there is a wrench
In his heart. But his teeth will clench,
As he says, "next year", this man on the bench.
What happens to all the men like these.
Who seem, all elbows, thumbs, and knees.
Don't feel sorry for their frustrations,
They are the men who head corporations,
And sit on the councils of great nations.
They learn the value of raw sheer grit,
The determination that won't say quit.
The value of facing rugged strife
To face the gun with just a knife,
They learn how to make a fight in life.
To the man on the bench I give my hand
With the greatest respect, 'cause he's my man,
Please don't worry, he'll go far
Be it jet propulison or motor car,
Somewhere in life, he will be a star.
He's not the star, but he's the key
Without his aid and help each day,
I doubt if there would be a play.
Every run by a team on "big game" day
He holds the dummy and shows the way when
The other team runs that certain play.
When not being clocked, he's chasing punts.
Or shagging fly balls, and fielding bunts,
Or a hundred and one other useful stunts.
He's always the "skins" against the “shirts",
And the night of the game he sits and hurts,
He helps with equipment, and picks up balls.Sets up the hurdles, and takes the falls,
But is always ready when some coach calls.He's not on the sports page every time
When a "dollar" is waiting, he's the "dime"
He comes to the banquet with a little prayer,
Hoping this year the "letter" is there.
As he squirms wishfully in his chair.
And he suffers a little along with his
coach,
As the names are read and no approach
Is made to him there is a wrench
In his heart. But his teeth will clench,
As he says, "next year", this man on the bench.
What happens to all the men like these.
Who seem, all elbows, thumbs, and knees.
Don't feel sorry for their frustrations,
They are the men who head corporations,
And sit on the councils of great nations.
They learn the value of raw sheer grit,
The determination that won't say quit.
The value of facing rugged strife
To face the gun with just a knife,
They learn how to make a fight in life.
To the man on the bench I give my hand
With the greatest respect, 'cause he's my man,
Please don't worry, he'll go far
Be it jet propulison or motor car,
Somewhere in life, he will be a star.
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