I woke up on this cold Saturday morning not expecting that this would be one of the biggest days of my life. To be honest, I expected this to be my last day in the NBA for awhile. There are many teams that have gave me a chance and I have blew every single one of them. I have thought of giving up many times, but I am so involve with the game that I can’t and I have came so far. I have one last chance to prove everyone that I am where I should be. That chance is my game tonight against the nets. I better do the best I can to prepare, because I am considering tonight as my last chance. I am hitting all of my jump shots in warm ups, but with my luck I won’t hit any in the game. It was time for the tip-off and yet once again I am on the bench next to other people who are in the same position as me. I refer to them as teammates that play against each other. Once again we go down by a significant within the first five minutes or so, and people are getting in foul trouble early. I believe that if I was in the game, this game would be a lot closer or maybe we would be on top. I had a good feeling that this was my time. Coach is rolling is eyes and nodding his head in anger while we are making all of these careless mistakes. My heart is beating faster then ever as the coach turns around …show more content…
I am having the game of my life and nothing is going to stop me. The lead keeps changing and changing, but I think we are taking control of this game. This game would mean a lot, because we are coming off of a couple important losses. It was the beginning of the fourth quarter when we were down by 3. Coach pulled me aside and told me that this is my game and he will trust me for coming out with this win. In the fourth quarter i was still on fire and got the team and crowd all in disbelief. Whenever I would score a basket, the crowd would scream in excitement and the bench would jump up and push each other
We were playing against the McAllen High School. I was a starter post on the team we were losing by 10 the first half of the game. We had 5 minutes of halftime the team and I were so upset that we were losing so we decided to pray to gain our confidence back. Once halftime was over starting five went back in we started well with defense once again, we stole some passes, but didn’t make all baskets to catch up to. Until last quarter I made 12 points and I was so happy to make 12 points for the to catch up against our opponent. Our team was still a few behind at the end of the game we didn’t win but I was proud of myself for making those 12 points for the team even if we did not win. My teammates and coaches were so proud of all of us not just me but of each one us for working together not to lose by a lot and not making ourselves look like fools. It was the first since tournaments that I realized that we had a great team that would support each other during a game. Success comes from people who believe in you and support you through things you go through. Success is nor found nor is it a miracle, success is created by you own self from being prepared of how to succeed in life and how you are going to get there because you cannot find success you have to make success find you in. Success is not miracle to be success is something thst
We just kept winning and it wasn't until the championship game that I realized we actually had a really good shot of winning the whole thing. Now I played maybe a minute of the game ( I was what we like to call in the sport a benchwarmer), but seeing my teammates and best friends take the court and beat the hell out of our opponent was just an amazing feeling. Finally when the buzzer went off and we had won the game I just remember dog pilling in the center of the court and hearing all of our families cheering from the stands. Finally getting a went over to my dad who happen to be the coach of the team and gave him a big hug. He whispered in my ear how proud of me he was.
SWOOSH. That’s all I hear in a gym full of 100 or more screaming fans and the sound of the buzzer going off as if it was never going to stop. As I laid on the ground gasping for air, I came to my senses that I just hit the game winning shot against Tates Creek high School with 3.7 seconds left. This shot was the shot of my career but who would of knew 7 years prior to that shot that I would of became a top rated shooting guard in the city of Lexington, Kentucky. My whole basketball career all I’ve known is to shoot a basketball jump shot, that was my duty, my job, my responsibility but never did I feel I was mechanically doing my whole life’s work wrong.
It 's the day before my last high school varsity basketball game as a senior… Wow four years went by this fast who would have imagined this day would have came. All day I was thinking about the season ending. This game meant everything to me, it wasn 't any ordinary game. It 's a section game! Win or go home.. With it being my last high school game I wanted to close the chapter knowing I gave it my all. Practice was probably the most intense it 's ever been for me. Emotions were flaring and we were all on the grind.
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.
I woke up and got dressed for the game, I put on my shorts, gathered all my equipment, and made a game plan for the big game. I thought to myself, “I need to play the best game of my life and never quit.” I went downstairs and heard a car honking outside. I went to the door, put on my cleats, and went outside. My friend George and I got out of the car and put on our equipment, and went to start practicing. I was the goalie so of course I have the biggest responsibility on the field. I knew I had to step up and make a lot of saves.
We didn 't play the way we wanted. Even though we struggled, we still did some things right. If we just focus on the things we did well like; boxing out, playing tough defense, and rebounding, we can work around those things and build up the things that needed to be worked on. I know that we can step up and play at a higher level. We just have to make some fundamental changes and work on some things in practice and I think that it will help in our next game. We can hold on to this loss for the night but when you come to practice tomorrow we aren 't going to hang on to this feeling we need to shake it off and start to prepare for our next game. We just need to use this game as an opportunity to see what we need to work on and build off of that. Once we improve what we need to, I think we can get to the level of success we want.”
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
The JV game has just ended and your “pep” talk with Rich is over. Although you want to cry, try and remember to put on a brave face. After the pep talk it’s time to warm up for the varsity game, and by warm up, I’m implying that you rebound for the varsity starters. One sad, little fact you should keep in mind during your time spent during the varsity game is that you are second tier: expendable and a little unnecessary. As dispiriting as it may seem, you are there solely to assist the varsity members. Still always be prepared to jump into the game just in case anyone is injured or the team is ahead.
You can just be having a pretty bad game and can’t find anthingthing clicking for you, but you being persistent you continue to shoot you heart out hoping that you will make you’ll make it which is most likely not going to happen. If you do find a way to make the shot it’s either going to be the starting point for you to get on track or it’s going to be a once in a lifetime shot and you’ll go back to struggling again. Most of the time when you’re having a hard time making a shot, everything goes terribly too, unless you’re a gift from God himself, but there’s no one that good, so have fun continuing to struggle. Even your fans get mad at you because they expect you to be perfect. They always want a good game and always want a win especially when it counts.
He shoots! He scores! Just listen to that crowd roar! Listen to that crowd cheer for the winning team. There is something about basketball that gets my heart racing from the grip of the ball to the swoosh the net makes when you make a shot.
Memories are so very important. They make up your life and they make you, well you. Nobody will have the exact same memories as you do! Rather it is memories with your friends or family, good ones to bad ones, they make a difference in the way we act and live!
B.E.E.F. I was at the free throw line. I was thinking to myself B.E.E.F., Balance Eyes Elbow Follow-through. That's what I was thinking When I was at the free throw line, I thought I was going to miss. I was surprised when I first shot the ball I made it. Then when I shot the ball a second time it was flying through the air and I made it again 2 for 2.
It was a cold cloudy Friday morning. The day of the most nerve racking championship game had finally arrived for the two rivalry basketball teams, the Kress Lady Roos and the Hart Lady Horns. Weeks and weeks of hard, aggressive, closely won ball games one after another. Only a little bit of time after that to get ready for the most important game ever; this is the game everyone has been preparing for. A ton of exhausting conditioning and an enormous amount of shooting lead up to this moment. Every girl on the Lady Roos basketball team feels excited, pumped, and ready for the game later tonight. Constantly thinking and feeling overly enthusiastic of what the outcome of the game would be like. We all had predictions of what we wanted the game to be like but it was up to whichever team wanted it the most. With all the confidence and motivation that we had that morning we just wanted school to be over with already. It did not end quickly though. School was such a drag. We all could not wait for that three-thirty bell to ring so we could hop onto that big, yellow, warm bus. Finally, the loud, annoying bell goes off. It was now, “Game Time”! Only hours away until we would play the game of our lives. As we approached the humongous school our opponents were already there. We did not want to even look at them when we walked in. We did not want to be discouraged by what kind of players they were. As the minutes passed by it was time to get ready. We could already hear our loud and passionate fans approaching the gym. We love our dedicated and supportive Kress community. As the warm-up started we all became very anxious and jittery but knew we had to shake it off and stay focused. As we had our last talk with the coach and said our glorious ...
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.