Basketball Game-Personal Narrative

During a basketball game we had I had gotten into the game and like all Northwood basketball games, we were losing. It was constantly getting the ball inbounded, getting pressed, and turning over the ball for them to score. They were garbage though so we had a standing chance. There was a total of 30 seconds left on the clock and I drove the ball out and kicked it to our point guard to shoot a three, which he hit. We were down by four then we had to foul and they shot two foul shots because it was the rule. They made both the foul shots and I came down the court with 13 seconds and we were down by 6 so I shot a floater from the three point line after a kid bumped into me, so I tried to draw the foul, and it

My cousin and I were in my neighborhood walking around. We decided to take a walk because

Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line with our team’s championship hopes foremost on our minds. As soon as we were all huddled up, Coach Drew began to lay out his expectations. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he told us. “That’s your job. I’m just going to say that right now, to us, this is a championship game. If we win this, we move on to the championship. If not, at least let us fall valiantly.” We rushed back onto the court, riled up at the thought of our coach’s inspiring speech. The crowd, encouraging as always, chanted our names. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, we had no choice but to do something special.

On the way to the game we made many stops along the way. I slept most of the way there, so I didn’t actually get to view much. The times I was awake I could not wait to get there because I wanted to see what it was like to attend an LSU game. When we got to the campus, there were so many people there trying to get a parking spot. Finally, when we found a spot to park, we were extremely far away from the stadium and as we were walking up to all the tailgating spots, there was the LSU game day parade passing by. They threw out many things and after that we walked around for awhile, and finally it was time for the game to start. After a while of waiting to try to get in, we finally got in and we went looking for our seats. We had to walk up many stairs to get to our seats, and we waited for the game to initiate. When the game started everybody was hollering, jumping up and down, and full of excitement when the football players came out on the field, and I couldn’t wait to watch them

Everybody standing and facing the american flag as the anthem began playing over the loudspeakers in the gym. Everyone standing silently in anticipation for an exciting game to occur. As the beginning of the game was coming near the crowd started to get as electric as ever, both student sections on their feet and chanting at the opposite team to try to get in there head and distract them for the prize. As the game begins both teams get to a hot start, making their first baskets couple of baskets of the game. Being a close game the crowd stayed into the game at all times. Yelling at questionable calls from referees was a big recurrence in this game because of the intensity of the game

Our season was coming to a close, and we were all excited for our final game of the season; that is, until we found out that the coaches and parents of the opposing

As a student of the University of Mississippi, I get free admission to all home sporting events, football being the only exclusion. One Friday afternoon, I had to stay on campus to watch a play instead of going home, so to pass the time between getting out of class at 12:00 and the play at 7:30, I decided to go to the home opener in the Tad Pad. I had never attended any basketball games other than church league so I was unsure of what to expect. I am not a big basketball fan, but the friend that I went with is and helped commentate me through the game. I had heard a ton of hype around our star, Stephan Moody, and had seen him on TV. I was expecting to see the type of domination that ESPN depicted in its highlights of Moody. I was a little

The rain was coming down hard stadium lights relflecting off the soaking muddy grass. The bleachers were packed with roaring fans you could feel the ground rumbling from the band playing.The fans waving flags and holding up homemade sighns. It was the championship my team and I had been practicing for this moment for so long. The helmets coliding as we reached in and said a quick prayer for good luck.

“Come on guys,” I yelled. I heard the screech of the referee’s whistle. Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line and our team’s championship hopes, being foremost on our team’s minds, was all coach could scream about. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he yelled out. “That’s your job. I’m just going to say that right now, to us, this is a championship game. If we win this, we move on to the championship. If not, at least let us fall valiantly.” That got the whole team riled up as we rushed back onto the court. The crowd, encouraging as always, yelled out their approval on the fact that we were giving it our all. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, something special had to happen or we were done for the season.

I was just swinging my bat, over and over again, with no thoughts in my head. The methodical movement of my bat and the sound of the breeze it makes, was calming to me. My mind was blank as I was just going through my on deck routine. But like always, a few thoughts slipped in. You are going to strike out again, for the third time, my mind told me, You are going to let the whole team down, and lose the game. The championship game. I battled the little devil me on my left shoulder, who was feeding my brain these awful thoughts, by repeating an encouraging phrase. You got this Ashley, you got this Ashley. Feeling better about stepping up to the plate, I look up, only to feel my entire body fill with dread. The catcher was just standing up a little

Basketball time. Halfway through the season. It was game night. I was nervous. I always got nervous for basketball games. So after school I’m getting all my stuff ready and I’m putting on my basketball uniform. I had to get fired up. So I listened to some Kanye West. Ok. I was ready. My mom drove me to my game. I put my bag in the locker room. I go out on the court and warm up with the other girls. I’m getting even more nervous. BUUZZZ. That’s the buzzer. Time to go bring it in. Our coach talks to us and tells us the play to run first. I wasn’t a starter or anything. So I sat on the bench waiting to go in. The jump ball had started. Our team got the ball. During half of the first quarter, Coach told me to go in. I went in. I did my part and I played ok.

I am in love with the sport of basketball. The feeling of adrenaline I have before the start of a game, the satisfying sound of the swish of a buzzer shot, and the half-time coach-given-tension-filled talks work together to create an atmosphere unlike anything I have ever experienced. I have been playing basketball for as long as I can remember, and when high school finally came, everything intensified. My freshman year, I was placed on the varsity team. I looked forward to practices, tournaments, bus rides, and every inside joke and moment I would get to share with the girls on my team who, as an only child, became sisters to me.

After playing basketball for six years, you start to grow into the game and learn to love it. This will be my sixth year playing and I love the game of basketball, there's so much excitement. I've played with the same girls over these years, and I consider them my second family because we are so close.

I was in gym class when my teacher suggested that I tryout for the basketball team. As the first day of practice got started, my stomach turned into giant knot of fear. The kind like you get when you are hungry without the growling sound. I was scared and I really didn’t want to show it. I was afraid that my teammates would think I wasn’t good enough. So I went to the basketball court, where we would be practicing a game of basketball.

I cannot remember the day I first held it in my hands. The notion yielded to be genuine. Over time, the game of basketball converted into a textbook. It is a textbook that is thrown away by the irresponsible student but cherished by the resolved. It is not a textbook to be skimmed through or forgotten in a locker. It is a textbook where each lesson is invaluable and could be interpreted in various ways each time it is read. People who see it as just another commodity are ignorant towards the textbook but for me, I see every page as priceless paintings. To the capable mind, the textbook is not a collection of valuable paintings, it was a study guide to succeed in life.