After my dad picked me up from school he exclaimed “Your lacrosse
team has qualified for the playoffs!” After he told me the news I went berserk.
The next weekend it was time for the playoffs. The first game we play a team
that we beat in the middle of the season, so we were favored to win. When the
game started we fiercely won the faceoff and scored. My team scored two more
times. All the goals in the first half were unselfishly assisted by me. The
first goal scored in the second half was by me. The Bays almost scored, but our
ferocious defense stopped them. The rest of the fast-paced game was scoreless
and we won 5-0. The next game was the championship game. I thought the
Championship was the next day, but turns out I was wrong. The team won the
other game, which meant that my team was going against them. The starting of
the game the other team easily scored and also won the faceoff. They scored
again and the rest of the tough half was scoreless for both teams. The next
half they scored again, which changed the score three to nothing. When we
thought we were going to hopelessly lose we came back and scored three more
goals. Then stunningly we went into overtime. We went through two truly tough overtime
games. Eventually we scored and won the extended game. We celebrated our
victory. Gloves, helmets, hats, and hand flew up into the air as we shed tears
of joy.
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