Winning my Basketball Championship When I was six years old, I started going to my sister’s cheerleading games, But the only games I went to were the basketball games. I was so drawn to basketball and all of the players on the team. Most people look at basketball and think it’s a boring sport because all you do is pass a ball back to each other like a ping pong ball game but basketball is not like that all in my mind. You truly won’t be able to understand basketball or any other sport unless you play it because in sports they have secret plays and certain things that only the players would know. When I started to understand the sport, that’s when I decided that when I was 10 years old that I would play basketball for a school. Eventually, …show more content…
There were 7 games before the big championship game, multiple teams would go against each other and then the final two teams would face off against each other. My team went undefeated all season and then we won our first game in the championship after we won our game, we had to wait for the other teams to finish. Since the building we were playing at two courts, my team went to the other court and messed around until we were next. The courts were divided by a wall so we wouldn’t disturb the game going on. While we were messing around, I ended up breaking my index finger doing something very stupid. Me and my team were trying to make half court baskets and when I went behind the basketball hoop, one of my teammates threw the ball from the half court line and it ended up hitting my finger because I wasn’t paying any bit of attention. I instantly went to my coach and told him what happened, then he took me to the medical team and they taped my index finger to my middle one so I couldn’t move it. I had to sit down with my mom until our next game started so I wouldn’t get more hurt. Eventually, our next game started and my coach asked if I was able to play still and of course my finger hurt but I didn’t want to miss out on playing in our championship game. 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
The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room
With the rest of the basketball girls from the surrounding area, I began summer basketball camp. There was a basketball tournament where we played 4 games in one day. During the game an opponent stole the ball, so I chased her down the court. Once I reached her under their basket, I tripped over her foot, fell, and heard something snap. I was absolutely freaking out. The referees ran down to me. All I could say was “Something popped! Something popped!” I couldn’t bend my leg at the knee, it was scary. I was brought to the main lobby to walk it off. I couldn’t bend my leg for two weeks.
I won the tip. The game is now under way. I remember getting the ball in the post and backing my defender down, I faked to the right and went up with my left hand! Bam and one the basket counts. The ref blows his whistle because of the foul. Now i 'm at the freethrow line and I sink it. Nice way to start the game right off the bat. As the game went on I was finding out none of my teammates showed up prepared… Basketball is a game of runs. Saint Francis was on a run the whole game, they are known for their three point shooting and they were shooting the lights out. It was a very chippy game I seem to be making most my shots. I look up and the scoreboard says i 'm the leading scorer with seventeen points. Were starting to get on a run. My teammate passes to me, i 'm in the corner for a three and I make it. Then we get a quick steal and we make another
Beginning as a freshman I started every game never, but to sit on the bench unless there was a major problem. This repetitious cycle mirrored itself over and over again until there was a problem, physically, with my body. I had felt a pain in my back that ran down my leg for some time, but no one other than me knew of this pain. I am a very strong willed and determined person, not letting pain stand in my way. The pain started to vaguely effect my everyday activities, such as walking across Wal-mart which put me in agonizing pain. The only way I played basketball with this pain was by focusing on the goal I was out to achieve.
It was a dark and stormy winter night, and the whole town was watching the high school football championship. It was fourth quarter and the Cardinals and the Cougars were neck and neck. With only a few minutes left in the games and the two teams were tied. The band was louder than ever and the fans were screaming and chanting along with the cheerleaders.
When the season started, I dedicated myself to my conditioning and practices. I became a profound basketball player, my life revolved around this sport. Literally, my mindset was “Basketball Is Life”. I remember rushing from my last class, struggling to get through the wave of students that roamed the halls just to go to the gym to get a few shots
After playing for the school for two years my parents and I made the decision for me to start playing
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
I remember my junior year of basketball as if it were yesterday. To start, my coach Mr. Neal was pushing me harder than I have ever been pushed by any coach I have ever had. He was taking time to mold me into the leader of the team. See Mr. Neal was about 5’6, African American, very easy to relate to as well as he was very respected he just had this sort of presence about him as if he meant business and he was willing to do whatever was necessary to achieve his goals. It was his first year as a coach for our basketball program and coming off a very successful last year winning the championship he had a lot to live up to as a first year head coach for the team, as well as the team being mainly made of juniors myself included with also only 3
I remember my junior year of basketball as if it were yesterday. First off, my coach, Mr. Neal pushed me to my limits in order for me to reach my full high school potential. This strenuous effort was to make me into the leader of the team. Mr. Neal was about 5’6, African American, and very easy to relate too. He had much respect around campus, and his presence allowed others to notice that he was willing to put in the effort to achieve his goals set in place. With it being his first year as the head coach of the basketball program, he had lots of pressures on him, especially with our last season being successful in winning the championship. Another struggle he faced, was the team was made up mostly of juniors and only 3 seniors, which means
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
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 started basketball at the tender age of four years old. At that time, it was mostly running around a basketball court having fun, and making the parents in the crowd smile. I would not have thought at that age that basketball would mean so much. As I got older I wanted to be like my dad, and my sister, on top of being in Knoxville, Tennessee where women’s basketball, and football is almost all people care about. On rival game days when we would play the Florida Gators, UT fans would have actual alligators they killed on top of their cars. The first time I witnessed this was riding in the car on the highway, I remember distinctly getting scared and asking my dad “what is that huge this on their car”, I could not believe my eyes. I remember meeting Pat Summit at UT and it seemed like basketball was the normal process of things in my family and my
I started playing basketball in the fifth grade. In the fifth grade I was a quiet and shy little boy. I rarely talked to my teammates and kept to myself. As the years went by I learned how to communicate with my teammates and my coaches and began to break out of my shell so to speak. I started making more and more friends that also went to my junior high. Basketball helped me meet a lot of new people. By the time I left junior high I had already a core group of friends I hung out with that I met from playing basketball.
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.