Narrative Essay About Basketball

I smile every time I hold a basketball now. I smile for the joy and pain that this game gives me, but more importantly, for the man it made me become.
October 31st, 2012 was a sunny day. Cheers of the crowd echoed over the entire school. It was the quarterfinals for our school-wide basketball tournament. I had already put up 14 points. Undoubtedly, I was the star of the game. I saw the frustration in my opponent’s eyes, as if he knew his defense couldn’t stop me. The game has just gotten started, I said to myself in confidence. The other team missed a jump shot and the ball bounced my way. I glanced at my defender as he was making a move. There is no way you are getting this rebound, I thought with determination. I leaped up high for the ball and grabbed it with authority. My coach stood up clenching his fists, and yelled: “Great board!” I looked at him with assurance.

As I landed, I felt a sudden jerk of my right leg. An unbearable shock of pain from the root of my heel crept up my entire body. I trembled and fell to my knees almost immediately. It was something I’ve never felt before. I lied on the floor in a shiver. My eyes widened. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound. My lips were quivering and dry. I didn’t drop the ball. I felt my fingers stiffen and my nails piercing into the leather. Cheers have gone quiet. I could hear the sound of my sweat dripping on the ground. I sweated so much, but I felt cold on my spine. The last thing I registered was a blurry vision of my teammate’s face in