Basketball Descriptive Writing

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

My stomach twisted at the thought of losing when we pulled into the McDougal High School’s parking lot. I ran into the building where our coach taught us the new positions until it was time to play. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. I jumped up with my feet dangling off the ground and slapped the ball out of its orbit and ran down the court. I could feel my heart beating, I lurched to a screaming halt at the three point line and pushed the ball towards the basket. I shut my eyes hoping it would make it. I heard the ball drop to the ground and the crowd that was erupting with cheers, I opened my eyes and saw my teammates smiling. “That’s a girl!” my coach hollered as I ran towards the sideline and sat down on the bench. We ended up winning by 2 points after two overtime periods.

Even though it was a struggle for me to even go to practice everyday, I still pushed through and I made the best of every single situation. When game day came, and it was time to play, all I could think about was the feeling I would get when the ball hit my hand. Many people don’t understand what it feels like. It feels like you found a missing puzzle from your life, which you didn't even know was missing. It’s like every worry you ever had, big or small, is gone. For that split second that the ball touches your hand, nothing else matters. It’s just you, the ball, and the court.

Basketball has always played an important role in my life, however, one game in particular stands out above the rest. In this game we faced our rivals and the fifth ranked team in the state, Pleasure Ridge Park. No one believed we had a chance at beating this team. We have only beat them once in our school’s 25 year history. Before this game I really did not have the confidence in my abilities. But this game allowed me to believe in myself in knowing I could play among the best.

The wistle blew and I stepped up to the free throw line loking at the players jostling, beads of sweat glistening on their necks like raindrops. Inhaling, I rose up and took the shot, tetering on the rim, it fell off. Screaming, I called for the ball and shot, arcing and missing by a lot. Wellpinit got the ball and ran up the court and got a nice jumper in before we could

The mixture of dread and excitement come as I walk onto the court. It’s eight in the morning and as I look around, everyone has a tired look on their face. The parents all have coffee and look half asleep. On the other hand, the coach is pumped up. I slip my shoes on not really noticing what I’m doing. Our first game on a new team. We are expecting a team we have played team before but when they walk in, we get a real shock.

As the referee blew the whistle, it was game time! My teammate were on her tip toes already in motion to jump, she jumped and smacked the ball before the other opponent could even get a chance to jump! The ball came my way and I dribbled the ball three times, crossed doubled between my legs two times, I lingered up, did the Lebron James basketball shake before I took my shot and put up

It was the day of the tryout, and right when I came home from school I grabbed my ball and practiced. Every time I grabbed the ball I thought about the possible outcome,

It was a chilly fall evening at the local park. There I was on the court, practicing my shots for an upcoming game. I felt like I was on the level of the greatest shooter like Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant. I was “in the zone.” That is the greatest feeling any basketball player can experience. Every shot was going in the basket. I kept on hearing the swoosh sound of the net. Even my friend, who was there with me, was in shock. He knew I was a good shooter, but what I displayed was something beyond normal. This good shooting carried into two pick up games I played. I had felt as if I was given the green light to shoot whenever I pleased to. My teammates kept on passing me the ball and for the most part I did not fail them. That day I was “The

We're in the midst of spring and the weather these past few weeks have been erratic, one day it feels like summer and the following day it’s cold as winter. Still, the days are significantly longer. However the weather is the least of my concerns. Basketball season ended and the team came up short of the ultimate prize. I’ve been working twice as hard ever since then, improving at my craft. As a competitor, I look back and think what I could have done differently in order to help my team and change the outcome. Some things are out of our control. Yet, I believe everything happens for a reason. For now I just train, repetition after repetition until it becomes second nature. I took one step outside and a burst of wind blew across my body; sending

Basketball is one of the greatest and most sort after sports in the world. The fast-paced, up–tempo aspect of the game shift the players often like the values in the stock market. The game requires speed, quick thinking, agility, endurance and swift reaction towards the opponent. Since it is a popular sport, the love of the game led to the architecture of the American Airlines Arena. The Arena is home to an iconic basketball team by the name of Miami Heat. Whenever I travel to Miami, Florida, I always make it a point of attending a game. Upon entering the American Airlines Arena, the atmosphere is entirely in full anticipation of the season`s profound play.

“ Are you ready for your field trip today,” asked Mrs. Granger, Brad’s mom. Best friends Brad and Kyle were going with their 4th grade class on a field trip to the Sports History Museum.

It was the first day of tryouts in ninth grade and I was nervous out of my mind. I walked in the freshly lit gymnasium, with maroon bleachers and the roaring black panther mascot in the dead center of the court. The first game of tryouts and I stepped onto the court knowing that I should display my talent for scoring, passing, and defending. I made sure that talked on defense “Down Low, Cutter, I got two, One D, Baby J” and I made sure I said it enough where the coach heard me from the sidelines.

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One day my mom told me that I was on the Upward Basketball Team, a church league for basketball. I was furious because I did not like basketball at all, but my mom loved basketball, which is why she wanted me to play on the team.