TRAPPED IN THE PAINT
It started out like any other tournament. Wake up at 7p.m., eat breakfast, brush my teeth, get ready, and put on my basketball clothes on and went to basketball practice.
Shoes scraping the surface of the court, hands slapping basketballs, basketballs merely making it into the basket, i was glad to be in my second home.
I saw some of my teammates and said “are y’all ready for the big tournament?’’
Tournaments are usually a breeze to us, since we win every time. Also after tournaments we go to Cici´s pizza for a buffet. When the coach blew her whistle blared as everybody gathered around as quick as lightning.some of my teammates were still coming in, our coach told them to “do 10 laps around the court.. GO!!!”
Our coach gave us a lot of plays to do. We leaped over objects into a jump shot, then run down the court like cheeta´s, then jumping into our layouts like kangaroos. The coach blew her whistle, and everybody gathered around her. The coach said ¨ good practice everybody to remember to watch some of our game footage, and eat something filling before the tournament.
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We had been practicing for 5 hours!
Our team headed strait for the door like a herd of bulls in an empty field.
Once everybody said “bye!” and “see you later!” we tried to open the door, but it was locked!
We decided to eat from the concession stand. We had slushies, popcorn, and candy.
We watched so suspensefully on the TV’s for the Dallas wings Basketball winning shot...she shoots...SHE SCORES!
The whole team said in unison “YES!” The team (on TV and us) were celebrating by shoulder bumping and high
As Paige and I walked across the field towards our team I felt euphoric. Four long years of work, sweat, and dedication had led up to this night. It was the perfect end to my senior year of softball. The scoreboard just beyond the mass of sweaty, screaming softball players read 15-0. This was the final score of the district championship game, a game my team had never won before. The applause and cheers of the fans echoed in my ears for hours afterward
The period kept winding down slower and slower, until finally there was 5 seconds-4-3-2-1, “YEAAAAH”, “WHOAAAAH” as we all ransacked our goalie. There was a huge pile and hugging on the ice which lasted for what seemed an hour. It had all paid off. We did it, we accomplished our goal we were state champions.
Elle puts up the shot and misses. She claps her hands hard showing she is disappointed in herself for missing. Everyone trying to get the rebound; everyone is smacking the ball from each other. A Mombas smacked it all the way to the left side of the court from underneath the basket. The ref says green ball but then gives it to us even though we are blue. The guards run to get the ball passed in but then the ref blows the whistle tweet. He says it’s the Mombas ball, everyone is so confused. Mombas pass it in; the ball is coming up court. Fast overhand pass toward the far right side of the court and 33 shoots. Misses, big girl grabs it and tosses it up and makes it;
They were a team of determined and decisive girls ready to win. After a season heaved with losses, this game changed the girls’ playing habits and endurance. The game was very close the whole time, with Victoria Park holding a small edge of an advantage of one or two baskets the entire game. Within the last nine seconds, Emery caught up and advanced leaving Emery the winner. The girls played their hardest but were not able to catch up in time. The game was declared a loss for Victoria Park by just two points. Nonetheless, no loss was able to reduce the high spirits of the school’s team because they had still qualified for the playoffs. They played a great season filled with rebounds, field goals, and
"And in net for Bienville High School, committed to Pennsylvania State University, number 72, Cher-" the crowd roared a loud word. Cherie took it horribly. "Antonio!" is what the crowd roared. "Gardner!" Cherie skated slowly onto the ice, she noticed fans yelling slurs along with a lot of booing and chanting of her birth name. She began to shake. Her team mates greeted her, and told her not to listen to them. She was still shaken up. She skated to the goal, and prepared for the national anthem.
Finally, the day has come, October 25th. Our game was against the Washington Wizards at 7:30p.m. I didn’t realize the whole first quarter has passed at the score of 32-20 with Portland leading. Coach looks at Presley and I and says “ get in there.” We look at each other and nod at our chance to play. “Let’s do our best,” I say to Presley. He nods in agreement.
champions in our heart. As we got to the middle of the court everybody shaked each
It was a sunny day when Trevor was playing basketball up at the court with some other people from the neighborhood. “Eyo, pass the ball Luke!”, Trevor catches the pass from Luke and tries to dunk, and succeeds. Loud cheers can be heard, and some grunts, coming from the opponent’s side of course.
In Game 1, against St. Joseph’s our team was pretty much a nervous wreck! Most of us were panicking and praying about how we would play on the court. But, Hannah Martin was mainly the one out of all of our team that was trying to keep everyone happy and positive for what we were going to do. She was talking to a lot of
The whole team said its good-byes as we all left the arena. Looking back on my experience with the whole team and the events leading up to state, I realized that if you work hard enough and do things that you love, you can accomplish or get really close to accomplishing the goals that you set your mind to and strive
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
...ft," Coach said as we hurried out of the health room. She was right. There was only half the time left. Warm ups seemed to fly by, and before I knew it there were only 35 seconds left on the clock. Murray's team had already headed for the bench for their coach’s last second instructions. "Let's bring it in girls," yelled Coach Moore from our bench. We all ran over not wanting to miss any important last minute words of wisdom from Coach. "OK, starters check in, you know who you are. As I have said, they are about equal in ability with us. We need to go out there and play our hearts out tonight, girls. Enjoy this, it is your last home game this season," Coach said. With that the Ref. blew his whistle to signal the start of the game. I, with the rest of the starters, walked out onto the court and got ready for the tip off, knowing I was completely prepared for the game.
... to trap the player with our hardcore defense. The Lady Horn player freaks out and throws it clear across the court. That is where one of her teammates was and as the Lady Roos hurriedly run down the court she shoots a jump shot. The ball up in the air for what seems like forever rolls and rolls around the rim and goes through the orange rim. The Lady Horns and their fans jump for joy as they have just won the championship game. The Lady Roos, walking back to the bench with tears in their eyes, have to find the courage to go shake their hands and tell them good job. The Lady Roos are devastated and hang their heads low with total silence as they get dressed in the locker room. To their amazement, the awesome Kress fans were all standing out there still cheering them on and giving them great remarks. Than they realized the experience they just had was an amazing one.
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.
I was also surprised at the different types of music playing from each team. All the music blurred together so you would hear different types of songs every time you listened. Finally, I found where my team was supposed to go and walked over to find them all stretching. I found my coach and saw her smiling,” You girls all ready?” she asked. We mumbled an answer overwhelmed by the competition. Our coach already told us that no team from West Union had ever won. So our hopes weren’t high. After we finished stretching we ran through the routine a couple of times. By that time I was super nervous. Before I realized it we had to make our way to the competition