Every muscles springs to life with every step taken that’s followed by a faint squeak echoing underneath my Adidas J Wall 1. Every step feels like dead weight that’s stuck in time while images wash across my brain over the tears shed last year and the hype of Kentucky’s unimaginable season up to now. Lights illuminate the hallway packed with every member that represents UW-Madison, but the only noise that’s expressed can be heard is the roar from the inside of Lucas Oil Stadium. Thousands of die-hard fans fill the entire room, yet they only appear like a sea of colors while patiently waiting for the announcer to begin. My mind draws a blank before rising slowly to make my way onto the freshly waxed hardwood floor. “The final player making …show more content…
The ball flies up into the air in slow motion as two hands reached to tip back to their anxious teammates. Kentucky’s center’s hand smacks back the ball to the anticipating teammate, while I size up my opponent that’s not knowing what’s happening. Kentucky drives the ball down the court as it glides from another player to the next, but we can’t control the speed of the game that results with a three sinking through the net. Leadership must be present in order to win, which is something that’s nonexistent at this precise moment. Seven and a half minutes pass with sloppy defensive and offensive skills, until Duje sparks confidence within my team and I after a two point shot. Every possession’s consequence rallies up the score for Wisconsin with Kentucky left behind in the dust. Kentucky doesn’t withdrawal from the fight by racking up the score as we stay stagnant. Every player on both teams exercise the skills learned in practices as we fight for the game we grew up playing in the back yard. Every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears couldn’t keep the streak alive by executing poor skills that left the half with a tie at 36 …show more content…
The game prompts back and forth with possession as fans scream and chant will rising in their seats. Minutes disappear from the ticking clock that determine our fate, while I try to display leadership with every step taken. Breathe. You’ve been working on getting into the Final Four since you made that small footprint on the court on University of Wisconsin-Madison campus. You’ve dreamed of playing for Bo Ryan since you were 12 years old, and just remember what he’s taught you now. If you’ve got an open shot then take it, but if you don’t, then pass it to someone who does. Just remember that this is a team sport, and it’s going to take everyone to win this. Tie, ahead, and down--all we capture on the scoreboard from the quick glances I got when to hustle to make it down court for defense. The clock reads 2:14 when Frank gets the defensive rebounds and passes to Bronson who takes it down court. Bronson quickly passes to Josh before he gives it right back, while I get ready for my open shot. The ball’s given to me when I go inside of the three-point line before going back up for the three. “What’s he doing? Sam, what are you doing?” Bo Ryan screams from the sideline while in his notorious
Dr. James and Freda Klotter are both noted educators in the state of Kentucky. Dr. Klotter is the Kentucky state historian and professor of history at Georgetown College while his wife is an educational consultant with the Kentucky Collaborative for Teaching and Learning, with many years of experience in the classroom. They outline major influences and developments of the frontier to statehood, Civil War, post-Civil War, and modern times. Throughout the book, anecdotes of the lives of well-known and anonymous Kentuckians to shed light on economic, social, and cultural subjects. A Concise History of Kentucky will be useful to many readers wishing to learn more about the state.
Kentucky could just be the best place between the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans to live. From "Happy Birthday" to Abraham Lincoln, Kentucky has made a great contribution to history. Being the 15th state to join the Union in 1792, Kentucky has brought forth a number of important people and aspects to the United States.
Michael Jordan was around 14 years old when he went to The Bronx, he used to be from Queens. He was nervous about starting a new school and meeting new people but the first thing he wanted to see was the basketball team and see if he can earn a place there. He knew what he was good at but he wasn’t sure how good these kids from the Bronx where, he heard they were tough and very good but he always stayed optimistic and confident. He knew that high school was was suppose to be harder for his education, but in all honestly, he was more interested in the basketball team. Jordan was more interested in making the team for many reasons, he always thought that if he made the basketball team he would be able to make it farther in life.
The period kept winding down slower and slower, until finally there was 5 seconds-4-3-2-1, “YEAAAAH”, “WHOAAAAH” as we all ransacked our goalie. There was a huge pile and hugging on the ice which lasted for what seemed an hour. It had all paid off. We did it, we accomplished our goal we were state champions.
Michael Jordan, considered one of the greatest to every play the game of basketball, was born in Brooklyn in 1963 and raised in North Carolina. As a senior in high school he was selected to the McDonald’s All-American Team, and then later accepted a scholarship to play for the University of North Carolina. After three seasons of college ball in which he averaged almost 18 points and 5 rebounds a game. He was selected 3rd overall in the 1984 NBA draft by the Chicago Bulls after Hakeem Olajuwon (a hall of fame center with the Houston Rockets) and Sam Bowie (considered a major bust by the Portland Trail Blazers).
Denis Waitley once said, “Attitude is the criterion for success.” Many philosophies about basketball and the way it should be played and coached have surfaced over the years. The Fab Five created a fresh new philosophy and showed the world that their new way of thinking could turn into greatness. They came out with a new look, a new attitude, and a new way of playing. Shaped by the players’ circumstances, Michigan’s Fab Five impacted basketball extensively and left their legacy still seen today. The players and coach all took many different paths that led to where they ended up together and the greatness they accomplished.
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
Krzyzewski, M. (2001). Leading with the Heart: Coach K’s Successful Strategies for Basketball, Business, and Life. New York, NY: Business Plus
Essay should: • Identify a place that is unique to Kansas (city, town, county, lake, river area, region (i.e., Flint Hills, northeast Kansas) or a building or attraction. Give historically and/or currently accurate details about the place. Explain how the place is important to Kansas. Theme: “Kansas Places” Describe a place that is unique to Kansas and explain its importance to the state of Kansas. A place could be a city, town, county, lake, river area, region (i.e., Flint Hills, northeast Kansas) or a building.
Ever since I was a little boy, about eight years old or so, I had an extreme passion for the sport of basketball. On weekends, I would wake up in the morning, eat a bowl of frosted flakes or cheerios, put on basketball shorts and then go in my driveway to shoot around. I would be out there for hours just shooting around or playing with some random kids that I would occasionally see walking around my neighborhood. This was satisfaction to me, but even better was playing on multiple public teams and not just playing in my driveway every day. In elementary school, I played in a recreational league, just like almost every other kid who tries out basketball when they were younger. This was fun and all but it was nothing too serious. There were never any practices, it was just one or two unorganized games per week. I never took
Two one thousand, three one thousand. Their quarterback quickly shouts out a play. I think to myself “Are my pads secure?” My thoughts quickly turn back to the game as I look up just in time to see two hundred and fifty pounds of blue and white running toward me at full speed. As the sweat rolls down my face my eyes start to burn. My legs suddenly grow weak with fatigue. My hands start to shake as I start to run towards my opponent. I feel a sudden breeze. I start to gag on my mouthpiece. I look up, but all I can see is a glare from the sun, which begins to blind me.
...ft," Coach said as we hurried out of the health room. She was right. There was only half the time left. Warm ups seemed to fly by, and before I knew it there were only 35 seconds left on the clock. Murray's team had already headed for the bench for their coach’s last second instructions. "Let's bring it in girls," yelled Coach Moore from our bench. We all ran over not wanting to miss any important last minute words of wisdom from Coach. "OK, starters check in, you know who you are. As I have said, they are about equal in ability with us. We need to go out there and play our hearts out tonight, girls. Enjoy this, it is your last home game this season," Coach said. With that the Ref. blew his whistle to signal the start of the game. I, with the rest of the starters, walked out onto the court and got ready for the tip off, knowing I was completely prepared for the game.
Basketball is a highly competitive sport, usually played between two different teams. Yet, the competition runs deeper than just the game played between two opposing teams. The truth is, players on the same team compete over roles all the time. This type of in-team competition is normal, but it must be kept at a healthy level. The Legacy Girls' Basketball team suffers from this type of competition everyday. In the past, the girls have had very successful seasons––just last year, in fact, they went 13-12. This year, however, with a record of 6-15, the girls are having a losing season. An unfortunate streak like that can be tough on any team––even those with the closest of bonds.
Down two with six seconds to go fatigue had taken it tolls on the players. With little energy left; over time was not an option. I knew I had to go for the win. I walk on the floor confident of my ability that was until the whistle blew quickly turning my confident to butterflies. As I fought to get open I quickly saw the ball coming my way. As I rose for a jump shot time itself began to stay still. An in flesh everything became silent. As I watch the ball leave my hand I envisioned greatness; sure the ball was on its way in I started to celebrate that was until I hear the announcer say my teammate tip in miss shot to win us the game. Mix with emotion I celebrate with my teammate. “Ok guys, we have 24 hours until tip off. Get some rest because this is going to be the biggest game of your life. Let’s bring this championship back to Barton College. Go Bulldogs and Goodnight!” Why few players stay in the lobby to hang out I took it talk upon to work on my game and reflect on the semifinal game that just took place. At basketball games you will notice how there are all sorts of fans attending the game.
It was at this moment that I realized that there truly is no “I” in team. A team is not characterized by the individuals within, but rather what the individuals can come together to achieve. For so long I had tried to discover where I belonged on the team. In reality, I should have realized that from the moment I stepped on the court, I was already a member of the varsity team. With a newfound sense of strength, we continued the game. Every single point we won felt like we were putting our lives on the line, while every single point we lost felt like ten-ton chains were holding us down. Even so, it was just another volleyball game. One I had experienced on multiple occasions, perhaps not to the same magnitude, but it was a relatively familiar situation. Strangely, it felt different. I felt more relaxed, more confident, and I was having more fun. At the time, I was not sure what it came from. I was too focused on finishing out the game to pay it much attention. But reflecting on it now, I realize that without a doubt, it was because I truly felt like I belonged on the team. For the first time, I knew that my team was behind me, ready to help me up whenever I fell. We continued on with the game. Despite being down two sets to one at one point, we now found ourselves nearing victory in the fifth set. Finally, we were able to overcome the opponent to win the match three sets to two and secure the second SPC championship for Greenhill Boys Volleyball in three