Basketball Monologue

“How could you live in such a dreadful place?” The sun poured down on us like you were in the desert the shade of the trees tried shying away from the sun. However one great man said, “It is just as hot for the other team as it is for you.” So we competed each game as if it was our last. We were in the land of Omaha, Nebraska.

I gave my life to you literally my life to you but i guess being tied down is not what you wanted need space to breathe I believe is what you want but shit what would I know all I know is I gave you my heart Nd you took it, if you walk away my entire world will crumble my happiness will go away and I will have nothing she might as well kill me if we are being honest i guess pretty girls do put boys in cemeteries I’m not the one for her I see now I don’t even believe she really even loved me I was just a fly by like a plane in the sky no where near where it’s supposed to land I was just a past time like baseball is to America she never loved me I don’t think The more and more this is on my mind the more it weighs on me that she will leave me

What do you think when you hear volleyball; serve, bit, pass, net and ball. It's so much more than that it's aggression, passion, oomph,uphill battle, and love. At first I thought volleyball was just for fun, but then one day that all changed. "Hurry up and make sure that you have everything you need," my mom shouted. "Okay, I'll be out in a minute," I replied. I promptly jammed my shoes into my bag, zipped it and rushed out my bedroom and down to the front door. My mom rushed in and said, "Let's go." We seemed to accelerate down the road. As we approached the gymnasium the car and dashed into the building. Legion points into the game everyone started to glance around frantically

I have gone through many experiences and journeys throughout my life. However, out of all of them, one stands out the most. That one journey that stands out the most is making the middle school basketball team. It was a two long journey that I will never forget. It all started seventh grade year at Sebring Middle School when I tried out for the basketball team. The whole month before tryouts, I conditioned and played basketball nonstop preparing for the week-long tryouts. Finally, the first day of tryouts came and everything went well. The second day of tryouts came, which is when they do the first cut, and I was lucky enough not to get cut. After the second day, the next two days were a breeze. Then Friday came, the last day of tryouts. At

explained what was going to happen and things with my little sisters and me but they both as in my mom and dad said I can choose what I want to do because I am mature enough to make my own decisions I said thank you she said you're welcome I walk down went to my room and thought some more and cried. but I just haven't had anything major happened in my life since I can remember so I'm not sure how to react or what to do I Center my bed and watch TV I just sit there and stare into my wall not sure why there just didn't seem to be anything else to do basketball practice starts tomorrow and I wasn't looking forward to that at all I honestly didn't want to go but I thought to myself I have to if I want to have a chance to make it to Varsity next year. Show them how good I was or how good I could be there my mom through the how set a time for dinner see me and my

As I put off opportunities to improve my skills, and my character, the toll only became harsher and more difficult to overcome. In turn, my status among the other athletes began to deteriorate. Witnessing my peers expedite their game as I still struggled did not phase me so much at the time. In fact, I was sure that my role on the team would remain the same. This was obviously false, as within the matter of weeks I was pushed back further in the batting lineup, and committing more errors in the field than ever before. It was during our playoff run that I had realized the resulting detriment, when each player was counted on more than ever before. We ended up making it to the championship, only being one run short of winning. Although our team was able to accomplish that much, I felt short handed when it came to the successful

and play your hardest, don’t give coach a reason to sit you this year.” I looked at him and said sarcastically,”I think I have my position locked in, everything will be all right.” As I was getting out of the truck, I saw his face, he looked a bit disappointed. He sounded sad,”Not if you don’t work hard, effort is everything, coach will see you working hard, and he will reward you.” I responded,”Okay.” I walk into the gym, Blakelee, Kimmie, and Bailey Snow were already there. I was grabbing my glove out of my bag, when I heard Kimmie say,”Alright let’s get our laps in,” she looked over at me,”hurry up.” They ran off without me, I was half jugging putting on my batting glove then my glove to catch up to them. Out of breath, I looked over to

Our school was never very good at sports and only about five girls would be cut. I was jittery the day that the varsity roster was to be posted; I wanted nothing more than to be part of the team. After classes ended, I walked to the athletic board, where the varsity roster would be posted. I anxiously scanned the list for my name. I scanned it again. As my eyes ran over the page a third time, my heart began to sink. I hadn’t made the team. I was one of five girls who were cut from the varsity team. In a daze, I went to practice. Instead of focusing like I usually did, I went through the motions. The five of us who made up the junior varsity team had a separate practice with the assistant coach. After the sting of failure finally faded, I began to work harder than before. I showed up early to practice and stayed late every day. Every weekend I spent at least two hours on the field practicing. I was determined to make the coaches regret putting me on the “JV” team. As the season ended, I didn’t stop working to become better. Any day that was not too cold, I could be found on the field. When spring came, I joined the soccer team, hoping to improve on my endurance and speed. Over the summer, I spent at least two hours every day running and practicing. When the field hockey season rolled back around, I was ready to show off my skills and make the varsity

As an individual I love staying active, socializing with others, being dependable, and keeping busy. Playing Basketball for Flour Bluff ISD, since the seventh grade, has granted me the opportunity to achieve all of these goals. For some peculiar reason I have consistently felt that I lacked experience of which my peers had, and that I would never be able to acquire it. Soon after I started playing I became intimidated of my fellow teammates and worried about the time I felt I lost, due to beginning so late in my childhood. Without fail, I always feel a sense of accomplishment after making it through tryouts every year and as I approach my final season, it has become clear just how much of my life was devoted to Basketball, that I truly love it and how I am thankful to be a part of something much more than just a team.

Short after I was cut from the basketball team, I had told myself there is always a better opportunity therefore giving up wasn’t an option. The next day after being cut I went out onto the basketball courts and shot around to improve my skills as to the feedback I got back from the coach. There would be days where I just wanted to give up because of how cold it was in the middle of winter. By the time I was done shooting around I wouldn’t be able to feel my fingers because of how numb they would be; there would not be a week where I did not have a cold. Going out onto the courts had helped

My name shawn and I live in NewYork. I play basketball for my school. I get straight a's and B' I do good in school I pass all my test and I do all my work. But my mom said we will move out from NewYork

When I was younger, I've always been interested in sports whether it was football, baseball and of course basketball. I played them all, because I couldn't decide which one I loved more. That all changed one day when I was at practice for basketball. As we're practicing, I won't lie. I was acting like there was no one else on my team. I kept ball hogging but even though I was making every one of my shots, coach called an immediate timeout. He made every other player sit down except me after he went over the play for when we got back in the game. I hadnt notice i was the only one heading back to the court until I turned around an seen the glares of my teammates. I was confused and said "Why are you guys sitting? Timeout's over, its time to

Playing basketball in elementary was always fun in P.E. but it was something that I wanted to do against real competition and not the crazy kids everyday kids in P.E. class. I first tried out for my elementary basketball team in the third grade which was the minimum grade they allowed kids to play basketball. Even though I was very shorter and smaller than the other kids I luckily made the team and it made me very happy. One day I gave my opinion to the coach regarding bettering the team thinking I could be very helpful. Unfortunately, he didn’t think so and thought I was insulting his knowledge about the game which they started a series of disagreements throughout the season. Eventually he put me off the team that year and every year afterwards. After being put off the team I told myself I would just do as the coach says even though I knew that I was right. A year past and I eventually tried out for my middle school team. I made the team and It was a whole different experience for me. I bettered myself throughout those years and carried my love of basketball into my high school years.

My parents have told me never to give up on sports and always try my hardest. When I play they don’t care if I win or lose, they just want me to try my best and keep going. If I want to quit basketball they don’t allow me to because they want me to keep practicing to get better and learn not to quit and to learn to enjoy it through the hard times.

Basketball is my passion and it makes me happy that I decided to continue playing. However, there was a time when I was thinking about not playing again due to an awful experience I had while playing basketball my senior year of high school. I have soon come to realize that not all coaches are the same, for example, my high school basketball coach is very different to my college basketball coach, especially when it comes to their coaching styles and attitudes towards their players and coaching staff.