Personal Narrative: My Failure As A Basketball Player

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Failure can be a blessing depending on how a person looks at it. No one is fortunate enough to go through life without failure it is unavoidable. If you learn from your shortcomings you can come back stronger the next time. Every great individual, team, or group of people has experienced failure. My shortcomings my sophomore year of Basketball made me grow as a player and a person. As a sophomore on the varsity basketball team is was placed with the toughest position of all, point guard. The point guard is the general of the team his actions affect the team's performance the most. Coming in I never played the true point guard spot before so it was a new experience. Being the youngest starter also put heavy pressure on me. I was awful,I just couldn't let the game come to me. Everything was way too fast for me and our team's performance showed. I turned the ball over countless times per game. In my mind I was hopeless but as my sophomore season went …show more content…

All the pressure i had put on me caused me to act out and not be myself. I constantly was in a battle between myself due to the pressure I was under, i just felt I couldn't be myself. Surely as that year went on I came into myself and that developed on into the next year. My junior year I was able to just be me, I no longer had to try so hard to be something else. I felt such a great deal of pressure fall off my once heavy shoulders. I was now at peace with myself, which really helped me do my job better. With those transitions i now found the game to be fun once again no longer was it just a job, no longer was it something i went out and did with fear in my eyes. I was myself just that fun loving guard from long island, and my game really showed. I always will remember my junior year as one of the best years of my young life. That year i feel was the turning point for me, the start of a beautiful journey in not only the game of basketball but in the game of

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