It was December 17, 2015, when I woke up to milk and some scrambled eggs to eat before my game at Redwood Middle School that had a basketball court to play in. I was excited about the game so I called my friend, Fred, who played on the same basketball team as me. “Will you be at the game today?” I said. Fred replied, “I will be at the game as fast as a flash.” I was still waking up from playing basketball late at night when I should have been sleeping quietly in my bed. I am depending on Fred to be at the game because my knee was hurt from practicing last night so I could basically not score because you have to bend your knee to score and I could barely. My basketball team was versing the number one team in the league, but we still had hope …show more content…
I was prepared with everything needed for the game like a towel, a basketball, a jug of water, my jersey, and a small Gatorade for practice. When I reached the school I dribbled the ball to the indoor basketball court that we were going to play on. “Did you get a good night's sleep?” my coach said with surprise. “I slept well,” I said. “Is there only five people coming to the game?” I questioned my coach. He said there were only five people with grief and went inside to talk to the referees. Fred came with four of our teammates and said hi. We then began our practice what were lay-ups (dribbling the ball to the hoop and shooting) and jump shots (shooting the ball from a distance while …show more content…
That was hard to hear and I could only see fuzzy things. It took a couple minutes to get my senses back to me. We were still winning barely at a score of thirty-two to twenty-four in the third quarter. That made me happy but I lost that happiness when I saw who just Joe enter the court. That wasn’t the only thing that made me sad, it was also the pour calls of the referees because they were falling and making noises when they shot pretending that someone hit them when no one even touched them. I took one sip of my red, cold, quenching taste of my Gatorade and was ready. “Coach, I am ready, can I go?” I said. My coach replied with a yes and I checked in for my other teammate. I started to run and the unstoppable pain hit me but I tried to endure on by looking at my coach and the time. “Are you ok?” Joe said but I knew he didn’t mean it and ignored him. He scored eight point as fast as Michael Jordan while I was still recovering from my trip. The worst part is that the person who fouled me didn’t get a technical foul according to Fred. The score was also all tied up now and I was too hurt to do anything but managed to get a rebound and give my team the ball. I managed to score the ball by giving my teammate an assist by faking joe and passing the ball to me. The game went on with an even more enthusiastic crowd than before. The ball got passed so much because our hands made the ball to sweaty
I won the tip. The game is now under way. I remember getting the ball in the post and backing my defender down, I faked to the right and went up with my left hand! Bam and one the basket counts. The ref blows his whistle because of the foul. Now i 'm at the freethrow line and I sink it. Nice way to start the game right off the bat. As the game went on I was finding out none of my teammates showed up prepared… Basketball is a game of runs. Saint Francis was on a run the whole game, they are known for their three point shooting and they were shooting the lights out. It was a very chippy game I seem to be making most my shots. I look up and the scoreboard says i 'm the leading scorer with seventeen points. Were starting to get on a run. My teammate passes to me, i 'm in the corner for a three and I make it. Then we get a quick steal and we make another
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
It was the middle of November, 7 p.m. and very chilly outside. The team was walking into the court. “The basketball court looked and felt brand new. It smelled like it was just built and ready to be played on,” Rashim excitedly explained. It was Rashim’s first game of the regular season against Wissahickon High School. Usually Rashim doesn't care about the regular season, but he found out that this could be the most important game of his life. 76ers recruiter, Matthew McLane, came to watch the game to find an incoming star to bring to the NBA. Rashim knew it was his chance to show how he is good enough for the NBA, but he was very nervous. The game
As the trainers began to come towards me, I get up off the court stumbling and limping. All of a sudden I feel pain rushing up my leg with a pop, following that my knee slams back in place. Hobbling to the sideline trying to avoid showing the pain I was in. I take my seat thinking and remembering how my teammate Felicia was out for the entire season after her knee injury. I said to myself, I cannot, and will not be out for the rest of the season. After two-quarters go by, the game comes to an end. A feeling of nervousness ran through my body as I prepare to see the trainers. With whispering going on between the trainers and the look they were giving my coach I was not pleased. The trainers insisted that I see the doctor first thing the next morning. The next morning, as I listen to the doctor tell me my season looks like it will have to come to an end ; with tears rolling down my face I asked the doctor what can I do so I can still play. He began first to tell me I have to get some of the swelling to go down in order to start the healing process, but I really would suggest you hang this season up so you can get a full recovery said the
Coach came to me after practice was finished and told me I did well. I played hard, and showed my talent. He said that Luol Deng wanted to talk to me after I got changed. Luol Deng! I knew he was the one who organized the camp, but I didn’t know he’d be here. I hadn’t watched too much basketball growing up in Juba, I was more interested in soccer, like most kids. However, when I was given a chance to come to basketball camp I scooped up the opportunity. It’d be fun! My friends had always told me I should play basketball, I was tall, and strong, and even if I didn’t have the best skills I could always bully my way through my opponents when we were playing. So when one of the greatest African basketball players wanted to chat with me I was a little surprised. I changed
With the rest of the basketball girls from the surrounding area, I began summer basketball camp. There was a basketball tournament where we played 4 games in one day. During the game an opponent stole the ball, so I chased her down the court. Once I reached her under their basket, I tripped over her foot, fell, and heard something snap. I was absolutely freaking out. The referees ran down to me. All I could say was “Something popped! Something popped!” I couldn’t bend my leg at the knee, it was scary. I was brought to the main lobby to walk it off. I couldn’t bend my leg for two weeks.
The moment I stepped into the Hyde Middle School gym for tryouts, I already knew that I would make the team. The basketball I played in my Elementary school has been a big help for me coming into the tryouts. Tryouts were on August 24,2015 where we did drills to help the coach see our skills as an individual players. I could just see all the timid faces of everyone in the gym. The final few hours of tryouts, we were scrimmaging playing five on five. I thought I did a good job scoring most of my team's points besides the fact I missed a wide open lay-up. When tryouts was over, coach told me the few words that I was waiting to hear the whole entire I was at tryouts,“Congratulations, I have selected you to play on my team.”
As I watched my first 3 go in, it felt good. It was perfectly on target with the perfect pass from Emma. One after another went in and I could not have felt better about how this game against Clarksville was going. As the first half ended, I could not keep the smile off of my face as I ran into the locker room. Even though I was excited, my team was more excited for me than I would have imagined. Even though I had shot many three’s, I had no idea how many I had made of the record of the most three’s in a game. With seconds left remaining in the fourth quarter, I wanted one more three to go in but I just could not get the ball. After Clarksville scored, I then became the point guard and I had to try to get myself open. I ended up in the corner with seconds remaining so I just threw the ball to the rim. As I shot the ball behind the 3, I got fouled but made the basket.The crowd went crazy! I finally had the chance for a four point play.
I figured that I had grown about five inches since my freshman year and had gotten stronger it might be time to play basketball competitively once more. When November rolled around I was on the varsity team, but unfortunately my basketball skills was not up to par. It was tough at first, because I was a new face on the team, and the guys on the team had a great chemistry that they had built up throughout the years. After a few weeks had rolled by, I realized that I would not be in the rotation.I told myself that the team’s success is more important than my personal desired statistics.I decided to make the most of my role on the team. It was a tradition for the guys who were not in the rotation to contribute to the game in some way, guys did this by preforming stunts after significant plays and momentum shifts in the game in our favor. This was great because the crowd loved and it and more importantly my teammates fed off of the
I did not have the leisure to show up when I wanted or preform how I wanted anymore. I was a leader of this team, I was naturally held to a higher standard. People depended on me day in and day out. They needed me to come in every day ready to give it my all, whether that be to lead by example or to just make sure everyone was on the same page, because if one of us slacked or one of us failed, we all failed. In order to succeed in the long run, we must all buy in. Not one of us could do it alone, we needed each other. As a team we learned so much through the game of basketball that could not have been taught anywhere
It was 5 years ago, my eighth-grade year, I was scared and nervous about being the youngest girl on the high school basketball team. I had played basketball since I was in first grade and played on competitive teams with older girls but nothing had prepared me for what I was walking into. We started our first day of practice at 6:30 a.m. on a chilly October morning. Coach Gray sat us down before practice and went over all the many rules he had set for our team. After hearing all these rules and consequences I did not even want to breathe wrong around him. I was so scared, but little did I know that this was the start of something that would change my life for forever.
I have been playing high school basketball as a Lady Hornet since my freshman year, and I firmly believe that I have given tremendous effort into being the most valuable player that I can be. Ever since I was a child, I have had an immense passion for the game of basketball. My mother played collegiate basketball at William Carey University, so all throughout my childhood, she was my main inspiration to play. I will be forever indebted to her for pushing me to play the fantastic sport of basketball because I have no idea who I would be without it. While playing this sport for almost thirteen years, I have learned many valuable lessons along the way that have influenced the way I live out my life.
I remember that moment perfectly! It was the Lady Warriors from Bishop Noll Institute against the 59ers, from Andrean High School. We went through the whole first half with no goals and no injuries. Then, it was eleven minutes into the second half when I was chasing a ball ready to kick it, while an Andrean girl was doing the same thing. Neither one of us hit the ball, but I was the one who ended up getting hurt. She had so much power that she took my whole ankle and twisted in a ninety degrees angle. I literally heard it crack about six to eight times. And like every other athletic, I tried to get back up and continue to play, but I fell right back down. I was in so much pain, and I cried for my coach, but the refs didn’t even bother to stop the game, they probably thought that I was faking an injury. So the play continued to go on and the worst part was that it was in their favor. Finally I got my coach's attention and he told the refs that his player was down, to stop the game! I then had to be carried off the field sit out for the rest of the game. Andrean’s athletic director took a look and made me ice and she said it looked pretty bad, but inside all that was running through my mind was that I was going to be back playing with my teammates
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.
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.