Personal Narrative: My First Basketball Player

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I do not consider myself to be very good at basketball but I could have been much worse if I never met this group of middle-aged men. I started playing with these guys when I was 14 years old, and to this day I still don’t know some of their names. I met them when my friends and I were shooting around in my local middle school, they happened to be short of people so they asked if we wanted to play pick up with them. We agreed, and ever since then, we played with them every Sunday morning. We met every Sunday morning at 8:30 like clockwork. There were six total courts, but we always played on the one that’s closest to the handball courts. The courts we play on were not even regulation. The baskets were double-rimmed and the three-point line …show more content…

He was incredibly tall and slender, and for some reason he always wore sweats instead of shorts even in the hot summer days. He was one of the guys who I did not know what their name was. Amongst my friends, we called him Kobe. We called him Kobe because his shot looked exactly like Kobe’s. He could rise in the air and softly flick the ball in the basket. His game was silky smooth and I aspired to be like that when I am forty years old. I really looked up to him because he was just so good for someone who plays basketball for fun. Other than NBA players, he quickly became one of my role model in the game of basketball. I tried to model my game after him but unfortunately it was quite difficult because I was not tall enough. However, I still copy the little things that he does like his shooting …show more content…

Vinny always wore his Kobe Bryant t-shirt and his white Jordan III’s. He was in his mid-forties and he somehow became my rival. We never played on the same team for some reason and we always ended up guarding each other. He only had one move, which was a pull-up down at the baseline. It became very predictable and I stopped him every time. He stopped my moves as well and sometime things get heated. We always go back and forth trash talking and the banter was hilarious. Looking back, I loved the trash talking and going back-and-forth with Vinny. It made me a stronger competitor and help me see the fun in a heated

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