Basketball Game-Personal Narrative

“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.

Basketball was a new experience to me a few years ago, but i never realized I was going to love it. When I was younger, I’ve always wanted to play the sport of basketball, and I got my opportunity to play when I was in fifth grade at Monte Vista Elementary.

On November 19th, 2016, My family and I were going to Western Michigan University. We were heading off to watch the football and hockey game, my father told me it would take a few hours. Hours went flying by it felt like we were in a race car, we finally arrived hours later. We went straight to the dining area, it smelled like fresh made pasta and many more thrilling smells. As we made our way through the crowd, we found a table to sit at. Afterwards when we found a seat, we went darting off in many directions to look at all the food stations. Few minutes passed by when we all swarm like bees back to the table. We all seated and started eating, we talked about what we got for food.

team The Mass Commanders, I had a couple friends on the team from my high school

When I was younger, basketball was all I wanted to play, it just looked like so much fun. In fifth grade I had my parents sign me up for CYB, then in sixth grade I tried out for middle school basketball and played all the way up until ninth grade. In middle school when I was in eighth grade I was awarded the captain position and that helped me build leadership and responsibility. All of the players especially the younger ones knew they could always come to me at any time if they needed anything or help with anything. High school basketball was a lot different than middle school. In middle school I was one of the star players so I played a lot but in high school that changed. I sat the bench a lot that taught me patience and understanding even

Nebraska game. The Gophers have not beaten the Huskers in 65 years, they have only met about 15 times though. Coach Kill had just suffered from a seizure and had to coach from the coaches’ box so that if it happened again, it would not cause a distraction I didn’t think a lot of it then but he was risking a lot coaching the game he loved. When I got into the stadium, I found the score fourteen to nothing and the Huskers were up. I did not figure the Gophers would come back from an early lead by the Huskers, but I was wrong. The Gophers rallied. Something in that stadium changed. Their student section erupted, people rose their white towels that said, “Epilepsy Research”, on it and waved them around to form a white sea. The Gophers came back to win it even after watching their coach suffer from a seizure the week before. The Gopher fans rush the field after the exciting and well needed

It was any other Ole Miss basketball game. I had gotten my box of popcorn and a huge, cold, fizzy coca-cola. I was in the same seat I always was, between my sister and my dad, and I had the same humongous guy sitting right in front of me. Even though I was only 7 and wasn’t actually sure what was going on, I still wanted to see what was happening! Of course, I wasn’t going to ask this person to move, I had no idea who he was but, that didn’t last much longer.

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

As we traveled from Winner to Rapid City, we made many stops, from Pine Ridge to the Bad Lands. As we pulled into Rapid I started getting excited but also getting a sick feeling to my stomach, like stomach had butterflies but also was in knots. As we got to the Civic Center, I was more nervous than excited, then I saw some old hand game friends and went to scrimmage with them. As my team and I were scrimmaging my sponsor was in a meeting, a few minutes later, being team captain or head guesser, I

Be for the game when everyone is tailgating in the parking lot, there is mini pickup games where anyone can join in because everyone is there to have a good time and support the professional team. This shows the subculture supports people from all races and ethnicity to come together and not discrimination. During the game, there is a friendly environment where people might be in a confined space where they bump into each other, but that is shortly flowed by an “I am sorry”. Also within culture of the game, there are changes and adaptions to the language that is used. At the game, the fans cheer and yell the well, know chants to show support for the team. These chants and songs are well known to the fans, but an outsider looking in would not know what is going on. The fans and the players at the game created and adapted their own sub culture that everyone accepted and conformed to creating a positive

It was the most imperative basketball game of the year, the championship game. We have been undefeated all season, it would be a catastrophe if we came all this way, just for it to go down the drain.

Some part of me, though, has always wanted to keep it all close to my heart,

It was a typical day in Pe we were playing Basketball it was 7A VS 7B. Us girls were just kinda standing there trying not to get hit with a basketball, while the guys were being so rough and trying to score points they were just wanting to win. The score was 7A had 12 and 7B had 4. Miss Merritt my Pe teacher, Geography teacher split 7A and 7B into groups. I ended up with Jamie,Nick,Alex and she had us practice shooting a three pointer. So Alex shot it and made it so Jamie went she missed and you have, to have someone stand down by the hoop so they can throw it back to you. So Alex threw it back and Jamie made it she threw the ball to Nick he made it and threw it to me I missed so he went to throw it back. I wasn’t ready I said wait Nick don’t

The floor was a reddish orange tile that was very slick and hard to run on. The walls were a tannish tin that was not very soft when you ran into it. It had bleachers on both sides of the basketball court. It was a very small basketball court. The bleachers behind the benches for the basketball team were very small, they were for the the visitors.

When I was little I was always holding a ball. And I would ether try to catch or shoot or throw the ball . And I always loved basketball so then my mom gave me a little basketball hoop and I would sit there for hours a day shooting .And when I was old enough to play on my own basketball team I got signed up so I could play. That game I was not that good so I practiced every day. The next game i scored 12 times and my team won. Every saturday for a couple of weeks I would play one to two games a day.