SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball. It all started on a sunny day in February. It was the 2nd to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday. As I walked into school everyone on the team was hyped up for the game. I also think it was the fact that morning practices were about to be over with. It was the day we traveled to Clear Lake. The last time we had played Clear Lake, they beat us by 1 on a game winning three-pointer. It was probably our saddest loss of the season. …show more content…
Finally the speaker came on and dismissed us to the bus. I sprinted down the hall to my locker. The bus ride there was loud and crazy. Everyone was ready to beat Clear Lake and get revenge. After a long bus ride there, we arrived at Clear Lake Middle School. When we walked in the door I could tell there was a winning sense in the air. We got suited up and started our warm-ups. After warm-up it was time for the A game. I don’t play in the A game, so I cheered on the bench and made sure everyone was good for B game. The final buzzer buzzed and the A game was over. We won by 11! Now it was time for the B game. We started it out right by getting the tip-off and scoring a bucket right away. The game was close until the 2nd quarter. It was 16-18. We were down. We had to put on our game face and play our hardest. At the end of the third quarter we were up by 16! Good defense along with hard work lead up to this moment. At the start of the fourth quarter is when it happened. SWISH! My first free throw of the year. I made it. I was overwhelmed with joy and happiness because I scored my first points. After the game was over my mom hugged me and said good job. The team went to Wendy’s after the game to eat. It was a fun time filled with grease and yelling. I’m pretty sure we’ll not be able to eat there
time. It was just a few friends and myself down at the park shooting hoops. I
The game was one sided with us scoring early on then again in the second half. The final score was 2-0. I was ecstatic, I couldn’t believe that we had won the tournament. At the presentation of the trophy, all I could hear was the parents shouting and screaming, I was so proud to be part of the team.
We had won the game! I ran off the field satisfied with my performance, that caused my team to win to first game of the season. I then quickly grabbed my stuff and went to find my mom. As I approached her she said loudly, “great job!” And that made me a lot happier than I already was. I was most proud of myself when the other team scored, and I just pushed through like a train. That taught me a good lesson, to push through no matter what. A famous quote to go along with that lesson is: “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” -Wayne
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
The other team won the face of they came rushing down at me and they shoot and i caught the puck in my glove so the face off was in are end. They won the face off again and they shot hit off my chest so they got the rebound and went for the wrap around and i did the splits to save and i got it. My Grandpa,Mom,Dad,Sister and grandma were all cheering they were so happy so was i my team cheered also.
We knew if we wanted to go to the finals we had to give it our all. There was five more min in the clock it was the corner kick and my friend David was going up for the header and then he hits the ball and goes straight into the net. all you heard was "GGGOOOAAAALLL." We had made it into the finals we won that game five to four. My team was so happy we won the spot to go to the
Although we lost, my first varsity game was the most intense football game in my life. Two years ago ,my freshman year, was the last time I ever played football Until now. We was the greatest freshman team in our league. Our record was 9 and 1 and we were LEL champions. We lost our first game because we came unprepared, but After that game we never lost again.That was my effective and also my last year playing football until now.
I am having the game of my life and nothing is going to stop me. The lead keeps changing and changing, but I think we are taking control of this game. This game would mean a lot, because we are coming off of a couple important losses. It was the beginning of the fourth quarter when we were down by 3. Coach pulled me aside and told me that this is my game and he will trust me for coming out with this win. In the fourth quarter i was still on fire and got the team and crowd all in disbelief. Whenever I would score a basket, the crowd would scream in excitement and the bench would jump up and push each other
We went full throttle and when we got knocked down we got right back up. Merkle, our coach, always told us to fight till the end and that is what we will do. Beadie started taking over the game with multiple defensive stops and steals. Rae on offense went to work to get us to a 47-46 lead with 1 minutes and 26 seconds left. The time dwindled down and two emotions were present. The agony of defeat and the happiness of victory as my dad always told me. We all stormed the court as the game ended with Southeast Polk 51- C.R Kennedy 48. We began to commence the celebration and started hugging each other
All that hard work for nothing. I finally felt how feels to lose. During the summer, I started putting in extra work so that we could be the best team. I didn’t even have a basketball hoop back then so to practice my shooting I would go find a park where there was a basketball hoop and shoot there. In seventh grade, I was once again the best player on the team and the second game of the season, I had a moment that I will never forget. I was on fire that game. I couldn’t miss a shot. I felt the fire inside of me. In the fourth quarter, the other team took a two point lead with ten seconds to go. Our coach said, “Harsh you’re going to hit the game winning shot.” I was getting nervous. I felt my hands beginning to tremble. We had to win the game though. My friend got the ball and he passed it to me. I crossed my man over and hit a three. We won the game and everyone went crazy. I will never forget how excited I was after the game. Later that year, we lost in the first round of the playoffs. We were the best team and we still lost. Even though I got trophy for the most valuable player, I was breathing fast. was shocked and disappointed. This was yet another setback. That summer, I moved schools. There
Around this time of year the landscape of New York is painted with red and orange foliage. You can feel the wind chills. Sometime later the yellow school bus rolls by. Illaria and I climbed up the stairs and sit in the third to last seat. The bus moved on through the streets to a different neighborhood. The bus pulled up at Cape Coral Middle School. Illaria was in 8th grade and I in 7th grade. Algebra was the first class of the day.The halls buzz with excitement as kids hurry to their lockers, chatting.
The opposing team just made a crucial shot to give them the lead by two with 20 seconds left in the game. Now, it was our possession and there were no timeouts left to strategize. Sweat was dripping down the side of my face, my heart was racing, but my mind was completely focused on nothing but the game at hand. As I dribbled the ball down the court, I looked for my teammates but all of them were heavily guarded by the opposing team. I noticed the girl, who was guarding me, gradually backing up as she was anticipating my move to drive to the basket; so instead I squared up with my feet behind the three-point line and with the game on the line, I took the shot. The entire gym, which was jam-packed, went totally silent. The ball didn’t even touch the rim, it went straight through, nothing but net. My team ran up to me and the stands erupted in celebration. I am far from a sore winner but seeing the opposing team, who were disappointed and heavy-hearted, added to the many sensational feelings and thoughts running throughout my body.
When I was 11 years old we had just finished the regular season for baseball, and after we won our district we were on to state. At state we were the smallest team by far but we still knew we were capable
After drills were done we immediately transitioned to scrimmages. Scrimmages were an essential part of try-outs. It was where the coach really paid attention to who would make the team or not. I was determined not to let anyone stop me from doing what I know best. The opposing team took the ball down the court with a slow pace and I immediately got a steal and ran down the court for the layup. I ran back on defense as they proceeded to take the ball down the court again. The other player put up a shot and missed. I ferociously grabbed the rebound and blazed down the court for another layup. I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and I knew this was the start of something new. It was something that I knew would lead me to great heights. I gained so much confidence and never looked back. By the end of the game, I finished with 22 points and 5 steals. I was so proud of myself for accomplishing everything and I knew I was no longer the
When I was nine years old my dad bought me the basketball. The basketball wasn’t like ordinary basketballs, it was white with black stripes coming down it. Everyday after school, my dad would take me to the park so we could play basketball together. As time went on I started to sharpen my skills at basketball and ended up joining my 4th grade team. I was anxious