How To Write A Narrative Essay About Being A Basketball Player

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Being a freshman on the varsity basketball team was a very humbling experience. I was granted a special opportunity that none of my peers were given, which was ultimately a nice confidence boost to my self-esteem and to my athletic abilities. Because I was the lone freshman on the Brooke Point varsity basketball team, I believed that I was on selected for a reason and that the only logical reason I could conjure up in my naive mind was that I was simply better than everyone else who tried out. As a result of my foolish accusation, I began to boast and portray a rather cocky and conceited behavior that I was not accustomed to. I distinctly remember updating my Facebook status one autumn evening that was about my position on the varsity team. Not too long after it was posted, I was …show more content…

Soon it was time to call the starting five, and the coach reckoned it would be a kind gesture to start me, being that I was the sole freshman on the ball club. Tip off commenced and the contest was underway. During warm ups, I practiced my jump shot and had seemed to have found a nice rhythm in my form and was confident in my jumper. I received the ball on a short chest pass to the corner and wound up the first jump shot of my high school basketball career and let it fly. I watched the ball soar up towards the rim with a burning anticipation that it will go in. However, the opposite happened. The ball continued to fly up over and past the rim into the hands of the other team. Disappointment overtook me like a wave ocean water crashing down on the beach shore. This was my fate for the next three jump shots I took. Soon after, I heard the ear piercing sound of the game horn and looked over at the scorers table to see my substitution coming in the game in place of me. In my mind I knew that I had failed. Everyone in the school saw my performance and the thought of showing my face the next day was unbearable. Sure enough, I was bombarded with endless comments

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