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It was an early Saturday morning in the school gymnasium. A rusty smell lingered in the air from the perspiration from the game prior. I was about to play my last ever game of high school basketball. This would have been nothing out of the ordinary until this happened... I jumped with all my might, clasping the ball firmly within my hands. I knew I had to run and run: I did. I accelerated with alacrity towards the other basket, thankfully leaving all my teammates and opponents behind. All I had was one opponent in my way. I bounced the ball to the left, crossed it swiftly back to the right, instinctively doing what I had done many times in the past. However something was wrong... There was an odd feeling in the air which I couldn’t quite understand.
It was the middle of November, 7 p.m. and very chilly outside. The team was walking into the court. “The basketball court looked and felt brand new. It smelled like it was just built and ready to be played on,” Rashim excitedly explained. It was Rashim’s first game of the regular season against Wissahickon High School. Usually Rashim doesn't care about the regular season, but he found out that this could be the most important game of his life. 76ers recruiter, Matthew McLane, came to watch the game to find an incoming star to bring to the NBA. Rashim knew it was his chance to show how he is good enough for the NBA, but he was very nervous. The game
Seeing the padding on the wall behind the hoop with the Trojan man only increased my nervousness. Then after reaching the paint I planted my left foot with authority and the other leg followed. As I threw my hands upwards to gain vertical momentum, I extended my legs with all the power my small body could muster up. Sailing through the air, I automatically switched the ball from both my hands to my dominant hand leaving my right hand to drag behind. With all the adrenaline in my body, as well as all the past experiences I have attempting to dunk, I knew that this was the highest I’ve ever jumped in my life. At the very peak of my jump, I threw the ball down as hard as I could towards the rim. With only inches to spare, I managed to keep the ball above the rim and and put the ball into the hoop. The feeling of satisfaction took over my emotions, as all the hard work and training into my legs finally paid off. Seconds later, I felt the first teammate to jump on my back. I would never have thought that I, the smallest kid on the basketball team, would be able to dunk without hitting a growth spurt or having a trampoline under me. Turns out, all I needed was to work
The scariest thing that I have ever experienced was dislocating my knee during my high school basketball game. While attending Forestview High in 2013 the second game of the season, I acquired my knee injury against Highland Tech. I was very excited about the game because I worked very hard to take a senior spot and was finally getting the opportunity that I was waiting for. Everyday during practice, I gave my all, all the blood, sweat, and tears that I experienced I just knew it was my time. Tuesday, November 22 we get to Highland, warm up, and finally it's time for tip-off. The first quarter I get off to a rough start getting all the jitters out. Second quarter arrives, then I began to get the feel of the game. As I penetrated down the lane after hitting a mean crossover, I came to a jump stop
Basketball is a big part of my life, one year ago in tournament final game two of our best players were hurt and the team was relying on me. With the time winding down on the clock we were down 8 points. Somehow I got our deficit down to two points with 30 seconds left, after an intense defensive stop 10 seconds remained on the clock; our coach called a timeout. A play was drawn up for me to take the shot. Mitchell inbounded the ball to me as I came off of a screen, I had an some-what wide open shot, I took the shot, you could hear the crowd go silent as the ball left my hand and headed towards the basketball. It felt like everything was going slow motion, the ball was getting closer and closer to the hoop and I…….missed it. The buzzer sounded
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.
And they dribbled it through their legs. you run past the defender clarity is bliss As time inches closer to the final buzzer You make a move past your defender A teammate passes the ball Who catches the pass? Must make the move Ten seconds are left now
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
I remember in six grade I was really interested in basketball. So before the basketball tryout I practiced very hard every single day to make sure that I can make the basketball team. I still remember that every single day I would practice for 2 hours everyday. So as the tryout got closer I felt like I improved a lot. It was in October when the tryouts took in place. I still remember that it was a 2 day tryout Friday and Saturday. On Friday night while everyone was stretching and getting ready to do drills. I felt very nervous and I felt like I didn't have any strength and I almost couldn’t move my foot. When the tryout begin I did terrible, I couldn’t make layups, I traveled, and I was scared to do anything when I got the ball. The tryout continued, every time when I got the ball I just passed it right away. I didn't even think about if I had a good look at the rim. So after the Friday night tryout I was so mad at myself because I knew I could have done better than what I just did. So that night I went home and just imagined what I could have done better and I was trying to get my mind ready for tomorrows tryout. On Saturday when everyone was stretching I was thinking about being confidence and shoot the ball if I had a good look.
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.
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
They passed me the ball and I took a beautiful touch keeping the ball on my feet, the defender starts sprinting towards me and I quickly thought of a move. I felt that the lights where just on me, everybody was watching coaches and players all eyes on me I rapidly moved my legs to a position where my body leaned over to the left but I then quickly sprinted to the right. The player felled over and now it was just one opponent the goalkeeper. I prepared myself to take him, I could’ve taken a
One of my after school activities are basketball. Basketball is my favorite after school activity. It is my favorite activity after school because it’s fun to be able to compete, and practice with kids that are my age. It is fun to play and practice because I love to play basketball. I also enjoy basketball after school because it is something to do after school instead of going home and doing homework and doing whatever.
I stumbled to my feet and staggered over to the base line, but instead of grabbing his basket of balls like I expected, my coach took two balls and walked over to the base line on the other side of the court. He threw the ball up and prepared to serve. All form forgotten, I stood there, arms at my sides, marveling the fluidity of his movements. Then came the serve, the ball flying down the court with inhuman precision. With only seconds to react, I dove for the ball,
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!
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.