A Personal Review Of The Shot-Personal Narrative

The game was about to start, walking onto the court, warming up and getting ready for tip-off, I had a huge amount of confidence before hand. The game had begun, although, as the game went on, I wasn’t doing as well as I would have liked. It seemed like I couldn’t hit a shot, neither could the entire team.Throughout the game, we were always down, we never lead at any

Both me and Kaden have 3 fouls already. Then Kaden gets his fourth foul, so now he has to be careful not to foul out of the game. Then with 1 minute and 59 seconds left I get my fourth foul. Then only 10 seconds later I foul out. My team is down to 5 players left. With the clock ticking down the two teams were exchanging baskets. Finally, with less than 30 seconds left the white team miss two key free throws. Then with the Rhinos down by one with only 5 seconds left to tick down on the clock, the Rhinos have the ball at half court. Jack Rush gets the ball makes a spin move to get a path to see the basket. 2 seconds remain. He shoots the ball. 1 second left in the game. The ball goes right in, and my team and our fans jumped up and down with excitement. The atmosphere was filled with excitement. The other team then with less than one second remaining chucks up a full court shot that missed by a

When I was younger I used to play sports especially football. I remember playing in the championship game for Coral Reef Senior High against American Heritage Senior High. It was my last high school game and for us to remain undefeated throughout the season. I also knew I had to bring my “A” game because of college scouts were going to be at the game. Our game was to be played at Florida International University at 7pm. My team and I went to the FIU stadium two hours before the game started to stretch and loosen up. So as the time was winding down for us to play we step on the field, all I could see was a lot people in the stands cheering us on. I kind of had butterflies in my stomach but I had to put that feeling aside and help my team win.

We got down In the barriers and we started shooting. My other teammates including John Moore got up and I said “ NO NO NO NO NO!!!”

It was so sudden. The basketball game of your team vs your friends. It was the last play of the game. You see your teammates on the three point line. But you don’t follow the golden rule.

A wave of sweat and marker was inhaled through my nose. At this point in the game, the water we got tasted like a wave of fresh air through my body. The buzzer went off as we were walking back onto the beaming floor. The East dubuque team was setup in a perfect offense for the last play. Their point guard caught

Soon as I got off the bus, I rushed into my house, threw my book bag and jacket off onto the floor and ran to my room to get dressed for my game. When I finished getting dressed, my teammates and I went over to my friend Josiah’s house and hung out for a little before the game. We went out to eat, played, joked and even played a little pick-up game on his hoop in front of his house. As we left to go to the game, inside the van I started to get more excited and more nervous. I plug in my headphones to block out the noise and to get hyped up for the game that we would be playing in just one more hour. When we arrive at Boo Williams Sport Complex, where we were going to be playing at, I saw a variety of teams playing and there were so many different basketball courts.Watching how good these teams were made me think about how good the teams we were going to be playing. After I got to thinking about it, I was extremely nervous to the point where I thought I was going to throw up. The gym smelled like a bunch of basketballs and sweat, it smelled very bad. As we walk to our court to warm up I finally get to see the team that we were playing, at first sight they didn’t look too good. After warming up, my coach calls the starting lineup and calls my name for it. At tip-off I got more and more confident the more I touched the ball. Only about three minutes in I shoot my first three pointer and it goes in. As the game comes to the end my coach names me the MVP and I finished the game with nine points and no turnovers, we beat the opposing team 37 to 21. Our jovial game ended as a big

We had to get the ball in, and someone had to make a shot. I was so nervous in the timeout huddle. I kept looking up at the red numbers on the scoreboard. Breathe, just breathe. Coach had written out a whole play for us. We were going to get the ball into Jocelyn at half court and she was going to dribble in and find a shot or pass to me or Ellie on the wings. I was hoping Jocelyn wouldn’t pass to me. It was 4th grade and I wasn’t very good. The referee’s blew their whistles once, then twice, commanding us to take the court. Neither team was ready to see who would be on top when the buzzer would finally go off. As both teams were getting ready to take the court, the ref set the ball on the line and began counting to five. We threw the whole

All day I dreaded what was to come. At 3:15 the bell rang to dismiss us from the last hour of the day. I walked out of class, grabbed my bag, and joined my team on the bus to go to Florence. We pulled out of school and realized I was sweating bullets from being so nervous. I looked around realizing I was the only one so nervous. We approached the school as I took a deep breath. I walked into the locker room, put on my clothes, and walked to the field. As we started warm-ups I watched the other team warm-up. I got more and more nervous as I knew kickoff was

The jump ball went to us the Elites, and I was at point guard position, while D 'angelo was at shooting guard. I passed the ball to him on a fast break and lead him to a nice two point slam. The game was close the whole game, but then finally the shot clock read twenty seconds. The Stars had the ball, and were coming down the court. All I would hear was the squeaking shoes from the sticky floor. There best shooter took a three point shot for the lead. He missed and D 'angelo got the rebound, which lead an outlet pass to me. I ran down the court dribbling with the clock at five seconds. I look to my left, and I

It wasn’t any normal game it was the championship game. I really didn't have any worries because my team was really good. The other team was good too because that team had beat us before and they beat us by a lot of points. I was texting my friends while I waiting for the game cousin told me

It was my freshman year, and my first year playing varsity football. Before every game I would have butterflies in my stomach until the first sound of pads colliding. This game, we were playing Lenawee Christian.

The other team got the ball. I panicked and chased my girl, little did I know that my girl was scared to dribble, she got the ball and I ripped it right off of her. I ran as fast as I could down the court with my girl close on me. I went for the shot, and heard a loud whistle go off.

Playing against the Buffalo Bison we the freshman Warriors had not played well. Throughout the game shots had not dropped for us and we struggled in a close game. None the less, we continued to play physical on both ends of the court. Fouls were called in bunches on both ends of the court, on both us and the Bison. The difference in us the Warriors and the Bison was that was shot free throws exceptionally well compared to the Bison. In the end, the game ended with us the Warriors only have three players on the court, while the Bison had five players left. Even down players we had gained a lead where there was no way we could lose. During this game i shot twelve free throws and only missed one, i shot at over ninety percent helping lead our team to a victory. This is when i realized how important free throws are to a game of basketball. The amount of free throws you shot and make is important to any team looking for a win against any opponent.

I begin to worry as I stand at the free throw line. Everyone is watching. My palms begin to sweat profusely. What will people think if I miss? I do not want to let down my teammates. The game is on the line. I have to make the shot. Breath. I take a breath, then slowly exhale. Be confident. I hold the ball between my shaking hands, and tell myself I can do it. Upon releasing the ball, the fans fall silent. Looking up at the basket, I see the basketball soaring closer to the hoop. Please go in. Everything seems to be in slow motion and then finally I hear, Swoosh! I did it.