I have always been one of the worst players on every basketball team I have been on. I started basketball in the sixth grade when I moved to Lower Lake from Chicago, Illinois. I moved all the way across the country to an area that I had no idea about. I had no friends or family members here. I started playing basketball as a way to make friends. I never played basketball in my life before, the most I have ever done was throw the basketball at the rim like a baseball and hoped it went in. As I started to play it more I started to realized how much I loved basketball.
I wanted so badly since I started basketball to play on an organized team. I had only been playing basketball for around three months when basketball tryouts came. I spent hours
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I was so nervous every time it was my turn to go for a layup. My hands were shaking shaking so much that I could barely catch the ball when it came to me. Everyone would laugh at me when I missed a layup or a shot, it made me feel horrible. We started doing drills and I had no idea how to do any of them. I had never done an organized basketball practice. I have never done a basketball drill or have any idea about what to do in it. The closer to the front I got the faster my heart started beating. I just wanted to look good in front of the coach, I did not want to be the one kid who could not do a simple drill. I tried my best to look at what everyone else was doing and to just copy them. Once it was my turn to do the drill my head just went blank and I had no idea what to do. My face got so red and I just told the coach I did not understand the drill. I heard snickering from the back and my face got even more red. The coach explained it to me again and I went down the court and tried to do the drill. Even though he just told me what to do 20 seconds ago once I got down the court my mind just went blank. The coach told me to come back and try it again. I ran back to the beginning. On the way back everyone started laughing because I could not understand this simple drill. I started asking myself the same question all the other kids asked me earlier, “What am I doing here?” I was unable to do a simple drill while …show more content…
He told them to lead this motivate them and to get better for next season. He highly recommend everyone come try out next season. After that he came over to the new basketball team and told us all that practice was on monday at 6 o’clock, and to be there on time. He told us we were free to go and to have a nice weekend. After he dismissed us everyone just wanted to talk about who was going to start and how we were going to win the championship this year with this team. I did not care about any of that. I was delighted about making the basketball team. I started to wonder though about how I had made the team. There was so many more better players than me who did not get picked. What was so special about me I wondered. After nearly everyone was gone I went up to the coach and asked him “Why did you pick me coach? I played horrible out there, I barely knew how to do
Some kids that have been playing for a long time got cut. I couldn’t believe it. The next day at practice coach said now that you made the team we are going to have a tryout for who is going to start and make lines according on skill and your ability to work. Every drill I was first, we ran a thing called the stair way to haven, I was first.
The coaches were feeling creative that day because they made us try all of these drills that the team has never done before. They were the kind of drills that did nothing to improve you at all, but the coaches thought differently. “This one will help you with your awareness of
Practicing is the second major part of being on drill team. If you don’t practice you don’t look good at the performance. You practice more than you do anything else. We all know the saying practice makes perfect well this was one of my coach’s favorite sayings. I don’t care if it was twelve in the morning if we didn’t look good or as one we were going to keep practicing until we got the chorography correct and until we looked good as a team. Practicing and doing things over and over can sometimes become very
Basketball takes a lot of skill and time. Its hard if you don't know what your doing. When you first start you're really nervous. You think that people will think of you weird when you get on the court.
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.
Each day we would do different drills such as hitting, fielding, base running and more. There was really no way to know which drill is next they were all randomized to keep each player on their toes. Not every drill would be a drill that shows a player’s skill or how good they are. The coaches would do drills where they would give us game-like situations and see how we would react to see how we would perform in a live game. At the end of each week the head coach would sit down and talk with every player. At the end of week one the coach told me that he could tell I was very nervous and that I needed to relax because he knew I had the talent and skill for varsity baseball I just needed to show it. At the end of the three weeks the team had a inter squad scrimmage so the coaches could actually see how we performed in an actual game. I went into that scrimmage very relaxed and confident and came out feeling very confident and knowing that I did what I needed to do to make the
I started off having absolutely no idea on how to dribble a basketball. The saying practice makes perfect really did help me to flourish in this sport and my passion for being on the court grew. My goal was set on being captain and in order to fulfill this desire I had to not only prove to my team and coaches that I was capable, I also had to prove to myself that I could handle the responsibility.
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 remember how bad it hurt to be told I didn’t make the team. Many of the kids quit when they found out they were on the B team. I was so emotional inside but I never complained, I showed up to practice everyday, I worked hard everyday, and I listened to the coach’s criticism and used it to make myself a better player. I was even on JV until my junior year in high school.
I started the actual physical phase with dribbling drills. First, I bounced the ball freely for a while just to get the feel of the ball. Then, I started the drills with between the legs dribbling thirty times. When I finished the between the legs drill, I began to bounce the ball with each hand for 25 times each. I would then get another ball and bounce two balls at a time for 25 times. The last ball handling drill I would do was my sprint dribble with cones drills. In this drill, I would run from the baseline to the half court line doing different dribble moves through the cones. I would turn around at half court and run back to the baseline again doing different moves through the
The day came and the whole way down to the tryout I was as scared as a turkey in November! The tryouts were at a school in Sioux city. As soon as I walked in the door, I smelled sweat and I wanted to leave. I started to sweat before I even started playing, I saw so many girls from 3rd to 11th grade. I didn't know where to even go so I walked to the middle of the court and that's when it began.
My coach wished me a fair well as the Varsity coach called on me and a couple of my fellow linemen. He huddled us up and went on and on about moving up in rank, trying his best to be a motivational speaker. Basically, it was a bunch of bull on how we had what it took to play as varsity athletes, then what a big leap it was moving on to the next level.
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
He asked “Why, son?” I said “I don’t know if I want to play anymore.” and I told him all that had happened at practice. All he said to me was these few words, “For those who are persistent and do their best and work hard, good things will happen because good things happen to those who wait”. Being the young high school kid that I was, I took it for what it was.
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.