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Last year over spring break I went to my friend Cory’s house almost every day. One day I go over to his house and we’re playing video games and start talking about our high school basketball season, which had just ended at the time, and we were talking about how we should have won state. Cory then says, “well I guess we’re just gonna have to put in more work over the summer!” then I said, “Aint that the truth!” Cory then told me that he had a club basketball game in two days and so I told him that I’d try to make it, but I’m not making any promises. He told me that I should try out for his team but since our high school basketball season had just ended, I was tired and didn’t really want to play club. He tried to convince me to play club with him by telling me about all the …show more content…
I was extremely nervous to play with them because I had never met or practiced with them and now I was going to have to play a full on game with them. The fact that I didn’t know any of their plays didn’t help either, but I guess that was my fault for not asking anyone about them. The game finally starts and I start getting more and more nervous with every second that goes by while I sit on the bench. At this point, I was literally praying to god that the coach wouldn’t put me in the game. About half way through the second quarter we were down by four, then I here coach call my name, to go in the game. When he called my name I had a mini heart attack, but I acted like I wasn’t nervous at all. Once I step on the court the only thing I was thinking about was how bad it would be if I messed up when the game was this close. I finally get my head in the game and start scoring. Once I scored my first basket I wasn’t nervous anymore and I was actually having a lot of fun. At the end of the game Cory shot a half court three pointer to win the game at the buzzer and we all went crazy. I played pretty well and ended the game with 27
My team and I, who have been playing together for years, were all good friends. That season was when one of the owners of the league i played for went up to my coach (who was also my dad) and asked him if I was interested in joining the league’s club soccer team. I was so excited about doing it, but I also didn't want to do it at the same time. The summer before I played that season my brother had gotten me into liking basketball so I didn’t know what to do either stay in soccer, or start playing basketball. I also didn’t want to leave my team I was playing with because we had been playing together for years . So I end up declining the club offer, and finished the rest of the season with my team. I also ended up choosing to play basketball as my next sport and i still am playing basketball (I am hoping to try out for the GCA basketball team) as of right
I had eaten great all day and I was ready for hell. I got there and didn’t realize there were 100 kid trying out for 2 teams. Mikey and I started off by doing line drills and I wasn’t the best but I was doing what coach had asked everyone to do. I was the only one giving it 110%. Then long field passes were next. Again this was all new to me and I was just going with it. Thirty minutes into practice I felt a bump on my shoulder. It was coach Haven. He asked me, “Hey La Garsssa how long have you been playing lacrosse for? I responded with “oh you know 30mi…. he was shocked and wasn’t ready for the response. I did have great ball handling skills and I was working my ass
The day I had been practicing so much for was finally here. I didn't know what to think, I was more prepared than other people but still didn't think I would make the line. As I walked into tryouts the first day, I was confident , but at the same time, I knew I was nervous inside. I was one of the 3 freshman trying out. There were other people there who were on drumline the previous years. They looked like nothing was wrong to them and this tryout was pretty much a casual rehersal for them. All though , all thing all of them thought that we freshmen were terrible. We started
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
The knicks bring the ball up and Frank Ntilikina “ The Knicks point guard” blows by our point guard. My friends save our teams life with a monster block. He jumped probable 50 inches to get that ball. My friend pushes he ball up the floor after his amazing block and he throws a half court lod to me. The lob was right in my hands and I did a under the legs tomo hawk slam dunk. The knicks take the ball out of bounds and they bring the ball up quickly. Frank passes it into the post. Enes Kanter “ The knicks Center” jumps right our our teams center. But once again my friend comes out of nowhere and stuffed Enes. The ball lands right in my hands and I look up right when I received the pass. I lobbed it to my team mate and he got a easy lay up. This is how the rest of the game went and we won 90-40. My friend finished with 25 points, 15 rebounds, 25 assists, 7 steals and 20 blocks. I finished with a stat line of 40 points, 10 rebounds, 20 assists, 10 steals and 5 blocks. After this game both of our draft stocks went up dramatically but our teammates draft stock went down. None of our teammates were going to get drafted anyway before this game, but after this game they have a even lower chance of getting drafted. The draft is coming is about three days and me and my friend is
Our game started and I was put out on the court first, we made all the points in the first quarter and we didn’t
I loved basketball I grew watching all the NBA greats like Michael Jordan, Lebron James etc. I decided to try out for my junior high basketball team. At the tryouts, I was terrible I was new to the sport and learning, but my luck the coach chose me to play on the as a there were few seconds left. After the season, I looked back at it and I wasn’t happy
I met Allen at the same school that I met Mitch but one year later in September of 2005 in the beginning of my 1st grade year. Allen was the fastest kid in our class and by far the most physically gifted. Allen was one of the better friends I had throughout 1st 2nd and 3rd grade. But, when the summer before 3rd grade hit, everything changed. That was the year that we both decided to play football for the first time. As we started off I was a decent player on our team, I was in no way near the best player but I could hold my own in the game. But, Allen was light years better than I was and our team knew it. He was the popular one on our team who the coaches and other players and he knew it. Allen loved the spotlight and the attention and started doing whatever he had to to stay in the middle of everything. This was the fuel for what lead me to falsely assume that athletes were “jocks” who by the previously defined definition were self centered and only cared about
My immediate feeling are blends of excitement and uncertainty, but I know I need to be confident on the exterior for my team to have a chance at taking home the championship trophy. After I converge and talk with my best friend Deron and some friends that will be watching, I walk to the rest of my team and join in the group huddle. We briefly discuss some basic plays. I go on to rub the dust that has fixed itself onto my Jordans as I jog over to the court and take some shots. My release and is tangled up and awkward. It turns out to not even make contact with the rim. Embarrassing. In my defence I've never played in a state cup, so it's kind of a nerve-wracking experience.
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
I’d like to think that I fell in love at a young age. I grew up watching the WNBA with my parents and always thought that the women displayed on our tv screen were innovators, visionaries, and influencers; alas, my vocabulary back then could only describe them as one thing: superheroes. I was four when my dad took me to my first basketball practice. I remember gripping the brand-new basketball, the smell of genuine leather I began getting familiar with, and I naturally started dribbling the ball to break it in. It felt invigorating.
Basketball is my passion. It is always there for me when I need to get my mind off things. Without basketball I wouldn't even be writing this essay. Basketball is extremely important to my life and I wouldn't be the person I am without it. People may think that I play too much but they don't how much it means to me and how much it helps me in and out of school.
Nonathletic people see basketball as a hobby. Some see it as running after a ball back and ford in a court. For me basketball is more than just hoops and a ball. Basketball became a big part of my life when I stared playing at a very young age. The only reason I played was because my dad was a big fanatic of basketball.
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
I was playing soccer with my friends in my neighborhood, just a normal day; everything looked as usual. But while I was playing soccer, I was hearing a noise; not knowing if I was the only one who was hearing it, I felt deluded for a moment. I stopped playing soccer and headed to the direction where the noise was coming from. It was from my neighbor’s house, so I went in, and looked from their outside window, which was opened; the TV was on and they were watching some type of game. During that time it was the Beijing Olympics, I assumed that my neighbors were watching the ten thousand meter race, which my people loved because of having runners that have been winning gold medals, but it wasn’t the case. I saw a game that I have never seen before; there were tall players wearing jerseys and bouncing a ball and throwing it to the rim of the board. One of the players was crossing his opponents and scoring points easily. At that moment I felt happy just seeing how they played the sport.