I was so happy about that, and I said thanks to my father. All my favorite players were playing and the game was unbelievable. I knew from that night, that I wanted to be a basketball player when I grew up. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want and the"crying trick" couldn't help me when it happened. I had to choose between basketball and my future.
Essay 2 Have you ever experienced the joy and sense of accomplishment from winning a tournament? In the year 2006, I turned fourteen years old and I joined the basketball team. I worked really hard in basketball; I still remember the sweat coming from my body, the warmth of my sweat, and the enjoyment of practicing basketball. One month later I was named captain because I was the one that worked the hardest. As a captain I wanted to win the basketball tournament by myself.
One day I had enough and just started working hard on building confidence in my shot. I would spend hours on end just trying to build confidence because I had no confidence in anything I did. 8th-grade basketball tryouts finally rolled around. I had been practicing for a whole year, but still felt so much further behind than the rest of the kids trying out. I knew I had to try my literal hardest to make the team.
My future would be very different if my dad never bought me my first basketball when I was very young. I wouldn’t have been able to start most of my friendships and I wouldn’t be going to Walnut Hills. I still have my first basketball but it has had a great deal of damage done to it now. Everytime I see a basketball I reminisce of the memories of my friends, my dad, my school, and most of all my childhood. Basketball taught me a life lesson and that lesson is the best friends you can have are the ones you share interests with.
I had always heard playing basketball at a high school level was always the first step in order to become a professional. Though I only played once throughout high school I was still interested in how one could become a professional at basketball. For my senior project I chose to research about it and found out many interesting things I didn’t know about it. My knowledge for basketball grew even more. The rules Every sport has rules that are set to make sure you enjoy watching it and playing the sport.
from elementary to middle school to high school thats all I played. Now i am playing basketball for Moravian Prep in Hudson North Carolina and I can smell the college basketball opportunity its so close. I owe it all to God. the path has not been as easy at it may seem or as you would imagine. God used each event to shape me into the young man i am today.
By breaking multiple records and winning six national championships, Michael Jordan became the greatest basketball player of all time. Being a professional basketball player is hard, especially when you have one of the biggest impacts on the world. Jordan has inspired many people in the world, not by his basketball skills but his respect and devotion on and off the court. When Jordan first joined the NBA he started a basketball camp for all kids who wanted to attend to help them get better (Biography.com). Having a impact on the world like Jordan does isn’t as easy as it sounds or looks, Jordan has his family life, and basketball life to worry about too.
When the weekend came around, and all of my friends were going out and having fun, I was in the gym working on my game. I lost so many friends because I was antisocial. I wasn’t antisocial because I was arrogant and thought I was better but I was antisocial because I felt I was never good enough and I always had to work on some part of my game. I knew deep down that the friends I had in high school couldn’t help me get a pro basketball offer. They weren’t going to help my dreams come trust.
I always wanted to do what he did. I even played on his football team because tackling people seemed fun. He began to play basketball and being the admirer that I was, I had to follow in his footsteps and start playing basketball too. Little did I know, the very first moment I touched a basketball would have been one of the biggest impacts on my life forever. I was six years old and in the fourth grade
“Can I play basketball?” I asked uncertainly. The next week my dad signed me up for recreational basketball at the huntley park district. Even though everyone was put onto a team, there was still a tryout. What happened there was the most embarrassing moment of my life; I missed every single shot I took, except for one lay up, and I did so poorly on the ball handling drills that the coach said, “Hey Jim, how many points does he lose if he didn’t go through the cones at all.” My self esteem plummeted and disappointment filled my soul. Fortunately, my dad was there to give me the “Just keep on working hard” speech.