My Basketball Journey Over the course of an exciting three-day-long basketball tournament, known as, The Colorado Springs MAYB Tournament, I learned the importance of teamwork and not giving up. The day had finally arrived when my basketball team would travel to Denver, Colorado for our most competitive basketball tournament yet. I couldn't wait to go to my first out of state tournament with my new team. We had been practicing very hard every day leading up to the tournament weekend, preparing for the tough competition that was waiting for us in Colorado. In fact, we practiced for about one and a half to two hours of practice a day! Although I didn’t enjoy practicing as hard as we did, little did I know how later on it would pay off in …show more content…
We arrived late at night, so as soon as we got there, we ate then went to sleep right after. The next day was the day we would finally show our skills to the teams of Colorado. The first two games we played on Friday, we played very poorly and lost. On Saturday, we played three games, of which we won two and lost one. I was very disappointed by how my team was performing. The team I was playing with in Colorado wasn’t the same team I had been practicing with in Albuquerque. Finally, our last game, and our last chance to prove our strong abilities as a team arrived on Sunday. There I was on the basketball court, waiting for our third game of the tournament to begin. I stood there nervously, but still very enthusiastic to compete. We began our game ahead by eight points within the first three minutes that we had been out on the court, which was pretty good considering we were a new team at the time, and we were playing an “Elite” boy’s team our age. One weakness my team had was that when our team gets ahead in a game, we tended to get careless with the ball. I couldn’t understand why my team would do that, and it would really frustrate
To my surprise we defeated the team. Winning the first game of the season sparked a burning passion in the team to win and become the best. Our desire and lust to be the underdogs was fueled by our atrocious previous season. Game after game, we defeated our opponents, and game after game we became stronger and stronger. We began to believe in ourselves and instead of dreading the games, we could think of nothing else. I realized that I was wrong about my initial thoughts about our new coach, and that I should not have judged him without giving him a chance. Soon, our confidence grew to the point where we wanted to win the championship. Off the field, we had our doubts. We convinced ourselves that we would not be able to qualify for the championship, based on our statistics from last season. On the field, however, our play style could not be defended against, and our skill was unmatched. Every game we gave it all we had because we had nothing to lose. We knew going into the games that it couldn’t be worse than the previous season. As a result, we began to play for fun, and by doing so we got into our rhythm. Soon enough, we qualified for the championship, and we were going to the semi-finals. Our opponents were no match for us, and we won the game. Next was the finals. It was all surreal at the time. We were the worst team, or thought to be at least. We had done horribly the previous season, and not a single one of us could have even dreamed of this happening, but it did. We went into the finals knowing that no matter what happens, we had a wonderful season and we all had fun. We knew that even if we lost, we would be happy because we had fun and it was a great run. Despite the odds, we won the finals. We were the champions. I remember the game ending and joy rushing through my body. We, the underdogs, had won the
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
As the final whistle blew and the last of the crowd was leaving, me and my teammates cringed as we glanced up to see the final score. The other team celebrated with their friends and family as we went too our coach to get yelled at once again. This was the last game of the season and we finished winning a total of zero games, probably the worst record in E.L Wright middle school history. After listening to the last speech of the season from our head coach all of the players grabbed their bags and proceeded to the locker room. As we walked down the long dirt road towards our locker room we all looked at one another and surprisingly every single one of us had a big smile on our face.
My sophomore year of high school I played on the Junior Varsity volleyball team. We began preparing for the season by doing two-a-days the first week of August. We worked out hard the first two weeks then had our first scrimmage that next Friday. We won the scrimmage, but it was a pretty messy game. It was like we were all doing our best individually, but we were not working together as a team. The court was silent during each play and each time somebody messed up the rest of the team got mad at them.
When the clock struck three, everyone was ecstatic because school was out for fall break, but my team was thrilled only because we were loading the bus for Albany, Ga to begin the Region softball tournament. On the way, the atmosphere on the bus was electric. The ride to Albany is generally short, but that day it felt like hours. Once we finally arrived, we were the first team there. I was excited and confident my team was going to get the two wins of the day, however things didn’t go as planned. We thought when entering the tournament ranked number one, teams feared us, but into the second game, we were quickly proven wrong when we lost to crisp county 5-2. Many of us were heartbroken and devastated, but we decided to learn from it. Our senior, Emily Corbitt said, “Even the best lose
Two years ago, my basketball team and I made the 123 mile trip from hometown, Norfolk to Nebraska’s state capital to compete in the annual Class A State Basketball Championships. We had an astonishing 25-0 record heading into the tournament. Our 25-0 record was the best in the state and something that had never been done before in our school’s history. We went into our first round matchup thinking we were just going to show up and walk our way into the state final. Boy were we wrong. We got down early and were never able to recover. When the final buzzer sounded and we were on the losing end, my team and I were in shock. What had just happened? We were suppose to win the whole tournament, but now our season had come to a screeching halt. That one loss taught me more than all 25 of the previous wins combined.
In the summer of freshman year I was asked to join a team that was mediocre in skill. I then accepted to play in October of my sophomore year. I then joined a club called AZ Hammers coach by Rafa, coach Rafa is one of the coaches that has been with me threw out my whole soccer career. The Hammers team wasn't very good but we made the best of what we had. We were a team of players that didn't really know each other very well but we all wanted the same thing, we all wanted to prove that we can come together and win. Half way into the season we went to a tournament called kick for the cure, we were doing well enough to put us into the championship game. Our game was to
I was born in a small town in Iowa. When I was 25 I got drafted in the first round pick for the golden state warriors. The event that really changed in my life was when I was on the warriors in my first game for them. I was involved because my whole life I have been playing basketball and basketball has always been my favorite sport. Everything turned out to be really good because I was so good I was the starting point guard for the warriors. After I played point guard for 15 years for the warriors then I retired and then became the warriors coach for 20 years and then retired from that and then I had so much money I bought a 2060 new mustang for 1 million dollars.
One of my passions is basketball. Basketball is my main passion because when I grow up my goal is to become a professional WNBA player. My other passion is reading. I love reading, anytime I have a chance I always read my favorite genre of books to read is Non-Fictional.
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
Then came the most difficult part, the team training. As the only one on the team who had prior experience, I was selected as captain. Whenever I was free, I went online and searched for basketball instructional videos so that I could incorporate those drills into our routine practice. To improve the overall sports performance as soon as possible, we had training almost every single day. We placed a lot of emphasis on footwork, communication, ball handling and shooting.
The problem with my team was that we did not listen very well or work together. We soon learned that to be successful, we must learn to work together and do what we were told. Our team was not very disciplined and we did not like being told what to do, so listening was not very easy. The coaches came into practice one day and told us, "you need to work together and play together to win, we needed to be a real team. " Coach Christian pulled me and a few others to the side to talk to us.
We practiced for about two weeks before our first game, and let me tell you, it was pretty sloppy during that first week. When it came down to those last few practices, we were doing better and we were able to control our passes. A big accomplishment for us was reaching 15 passes while doing the figure 8 drill. It may seem small, but we all were very proud.
This team was undefeated in our league, with very coordinated movement and excellent fitness beyond ours. However, what my team and I lacked in skill was made up for in faith. We trusted in each other’s ability, and no matter the result, we knew that we’d give it our all. The teams assembled on the field, and the game began. The entire game felt like a stalemate. The ball went back and forth, with no goals scored. That is, until one of my teammates slipped on the ball. The ball flew so high, it soared over the goalie and scored us a point. The rest of the game was the longest seven minutes of my life, but we defeated the undefeated and progressed to the
I do not consider myself to be very good at basketball but I could have been much worse if I never met this group of middle-aged men. I started playing with these guys when I was 14 years old, and to this day I still don’t know some of their names. I met them when my friends and I were shooting around in my local middle school, they happened to be short of people so they asked if we wanted to play pick up with them. We agreed, and ever since then, we played with them every Sunday morning.