Personal Narrative: Mix Of Football And Basketball

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In ROTC, it was physical training day. I as the First Sargeant decided to play battle ball. Battle ball is a mix of football and basketball, we tackle the opposing teams ball carrier and when tackled you have to pass the ball. The only way to score on each other is by making a basket. It was my teams versus the captain's we launched the ball towards the middle of the court, everyone lunged at the ball. Running around passing the ball making baskets left and right no one could stop my team. In the end there was only a few seconds on the clock, so I grabbed the ball. I ran towards the basket, but this short girl got in my way and me being a big fellow I moved out of the way by jumping towards the side. While in mid air another big fellow on the

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