A Descriptive Essay On The Basketball Game

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Basketball Game
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. My alarm sounds waking me up. I roll over to look at the clock on the nightstand beside my bed. 6:30 A.M. brightly shines across the screen. The sun is just peeking through my bedroom window, shining perfectly in on me telling me it’s time to get up. I drug myself out of bed to start my usual morning routine; brush my teeth, shower and get ready for the day. As the cold water splashes against my body when I step into the shower, waking me up completely, my thoughts are already on the game tonight.
I listen to a little bit of my favorite tunes while I’m getting ready to help ease my nerves. Its only 7:30 in the morning and my nerves are already racked higher than ever. My day at school seems to go on slower than it usually does. I can’t concentrate in any class. All that I have on my mind is the game. Playing different scenarios through my head, figuring out what we need to do to beat the Redmen tonight. Tonight could be the last chance the seniors get to wear the Falcon basketball jersey ever, the last time we all play together this season.
I can tell that I am not the only player whose nerves have completely taken over their thoughts throughout the day. The bell rings at 3:14 P.M. Four more hours until tip off. We are lucky enough to have home court advantage, hosting the first round of Class B, District 5 girls’ basketball tonight. Walking into the locker room with my teammates my stomach starts doing flips over and over again. The atmosphere around us tells me everyone is feeling the same

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