Basketball tryouts were this week and I real like basketball so I decided to sign up. Tryouts didn't start till 5 so I had a whole hour to get ready. I think I'm actually really good at basketball. I'm probably going to be the best guy in the team. I mean basketball ever scene I was eight years old. It was 4:30, almost time for basketball so I grabbed my things. As I was waking out of the house I remember my shoes how could I have almost forgotten my shoes that's the most important thing that is needed in sports. My shoes are gray high top basketball shoes. They can make me jump three times higher than I usually jump. When I got to the gym I saw all of the other boys. There were five boys one of them had a gray shirt with some nike shorts. The second one was wearing a …show more content…
We did some stretches. For the stretches we had to do twenty push ups, twenty sit ups, and twenty burpies. We got into groups of five and as I watch the others play I felt like I wasn't going to make the team. After practice coach told us that cuts were on Wednesday. I laid down on my bed thinking about cuts tomorrow. After seeing all of the good people play I was sure I was going to get cut. As I slept I had this dream were I was shooting some hoops on my drive way me little brother Mickey was grading me a ran and jumped. That jump was amazing. I felt the wind in my face I was about 10 feet of the ground, I had a ball in my hand then I made an awesome shot. I weak up really upset when I realize that it was all a dream. I look at my alarm clock it was 7:20 "I'm late!" I was really down that day I knew I wasn't going to make the team. In basketball practice everything was normal we did the same drills that we had been doing the past days. Coach was pulling out each of us at a time to tell us if we made the team or not. After he had called me I was so happy. What I once thought was impossible had came true. I had made the
Some kids that have been playing for a long time got cut. I couldn’t believe it. The next day at practice coach said now that you made the team we are going to have a tryout for who is going to start and make lines according on skill and your ability to work. Every drill I was first, we ran a thing called the stair way to haven, I was first.
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
We were playing against the McAllen High School. I was a starter post on the team we were losing by 10 the first half of the game. We had 5 minutes of halftime the team and I were so upset that we were losing so we decided to pray to gain our confidence back. Once halftime was over starting five went back in we started well with defense once again, we stole some passes, but didn’t make all baskets to catch up to. Until last quarter I made 12 points and I was so happy to make 12 points for the to catch up against our opponent. Our team was still a few behind at the end of the game we didn’t win but I was proud of myself for making those 12 points for the team even if we did not win. My teammates and coaches were so proud of all of us not just me but of each one us for working together not to lose by a lot and not making ourselves look like fools. It was the first since tournaments that I realized that we had a great team that would support each other during a game. Success comes from people who believe in you and support you through things you go through. Success is nor found nor is it a miracle, success is created by you own self from being prepared of how to succeed in life and how you are going to get there because you cannot find success you have to make success find you in. Success is not miracle to be success is something thst
After this great week of practice we had our first real game. We were all warmed up and ready to play when we decided to pray before the game began. I decided to step up and pray for my teams safety and for a win. I prayed we would all work together as a team and leave everything out on the court, and that’s exactly what we did. When we were losing and began to get down on ourselves I began to cheer each teammate on and remind them how hard we had been practicing. Everybody began to communicate with each other and we won the game!
At the end of the three weeks the team had an inter squad scrimmage so the coaches could actually see how we performed in an actual game. I went into that scrimmage very relaxed and confident and came out feeling very confident and knowing that I did what I needed to do to make the team. The day finally came where we found out if we made the team or not.
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
I knew I would make the team but I didn't know if I would start so I was nervous. The end of the school day arrived,and I headed out to the football field after changing. I was hyped for tryouts. All of my friends were there, and we were all going to be on a team.
I didn’t care I still tried out. The cheers they had us do were easy the jumps were jumps I was doing in first grade. I made the team. I was happy even though deep down I was upset that I could be on the worst team in history. So as I started on the team, I soon realized that my idiot brother had no idea what he was talking about and it was a good team. I wanted to go back to my old coach so that I could learn how to do a back hand spring because everywhere I went I just couldn’t get myself to do it. Some coaches told me that it might be because I don’t trust them enough to do it. So I had a private class with her before her normal cheer practices. We were working on my round offs and cart wheels when she walked away to go answer her phone I went for my round off and didn’t land right and fell because it felt like my knee gave out. I got up and kept trying. When it was time for her teams to practice I was sitting on the floor in pain doing stretches with the girls thinking maybe if I just stretch it out itll feel better it didn’t I ignored it for a while till I went home and took my shoes off my foot swelled up like a balloon. I could barely walk
Draft pick day, never expected this day to happen. I remember playing football for the first time high school junior year. I never thought I would even get a scholarship to play college football, because the chances are low especially being in a private school. But when I got that letter from my dream school; I knew anything was possible and that if I worked hard enough I could get in the NFL. Well, all that hard worked paid off because now I'm sittng here second round pick in the draft going to the Giants with my favorite NFL player Odell Beckham. When they called my name, my heart dropped and my eyes filled with tears; I couldn't explain how I was feeling or what I was thinking besides "I made it, I'm actually here". As I walked up and shook
I remember how bad it hurt to be told I didn’t make the team. Many of the kids quit when they found out they were on the B team. I was so emotional inside but I never complained, I showed up to practice everyday, I worked hard everyday, and I listened to the coach’s criticism and used it to make myself a better player. I was even on JV until my junior year in high school.
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.
A few days later I got signed up for t-ball because once I saw how my brother team played I felt like playing and I had a dream. My dream was to it was to be good as them. When I was playing t-ball the coaches had to teach me a lot because on the first day of practice I had know idea what was going on. So each practice, I come out and I heard “Jacob come in” coach said then I heard for the same coach “Put on your helmet and grab a bat, so I listen and then there was a tee on the side and I took the first swing and I miss the whole tee so the coach help me how to hit the ball and said keep
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
The time on the clock was 4:30 when the doorbell rang, fifteen minutes early. My three teamates were extremely anxious to get to the Center. I opened the front door and to my surprise the whole team was outside in their cars. They were all spiffed up in their shirts and ties, determined to win the game. As I threw my equipment in my friends car I was hoping that the next time I put it in there I would have a championship medal hanging around my neck.
Ever since I can remember, I have had an intense interest and love for sports. From spending countless weekends watching college and professional sporting events, to playing flag football, to meeting with my friends at the neighborhood basketball court after every school day as a kid, I always felt most comfortable with a ball in my hands. As I grew older and became involved in my school’s sports teams, my passion for sports only deepened. Instead of just playing for fun, I was now playing for my school’s name and pride. Even as a middle school student, every time I put my shoulder pads on before a football game or strapped on my running shoes before a track meet, I always felt like I had to represent my school