Basketball Problems In Middle School

For most of my life, I was skilled in organized sports, especially soccer, which I had played for many years. After a successful soccer season my freshman year, I thought that I would make the JV team for sure. At tryouts, I went through the motions of each drill. I breezed through the conditioning tests, doing the bare minimum for each test. I didn’t try as hard as others, as I felt that I was more skillful than most of my peers.

Fast forward to the next year, I showed up at tryouts. I was confident, but still nervous considering what happened the year before. As I jumped in the pool I was ready for whatever the coach threw at me. Not once did I get lapped. The coach posted the list, I anxiously looked over it and saw my name. Relieved and overjoyed, I had finally made it. Later that year I even won the coaches award at the banquet. Forget about making the team, I was now an

It is my junior year of high school and basketball season is right around the corner. I am on the verge of either making varsity or junior varsity this year depending upon my skills. Went through the tryouts and was able to make the junior varsity again for my second year with coach Maloney. I was all excited to play there again seeing I was one out of the three kids that made it back there again. From there it was Cam, Anthony, and I who thought would lead the team because we were the only ones who knew how to run Maloney’s offense and defense well that’s what I had thought was gonna be the case but in reality it wasn't. I thought I would be a starter for the team, but in reality I ended up being a bench player or how I thought of it as a

It was my Junior year in high school and I had decided to join the Color Guard team . I was really nervous because if you were selected you would go around the city doing color guards and representing our school. I went to all the practices that usually took place before school early in the morning. When I struggled with something I kept practicing to get done right. When I saw other people who struggled I would ask if they needed help. My instructors saw what I was doing and kept a closer eye on me for it. Eventually it came down to try outs day and the teams were

I was confident. I was a better basketball player and everyone knew it. Each day after tryouts I told my dad "I've got it this time." Needless to say, once again my name wasn't on the list. I was so dejected that I couldn't even look my dad in the eye when he picked me up. That night, I went straight to bed and skipped dinner. I later found out both my mom and dad silently cried because they knew how hurt I was. My friends kept telling me I should have made the team, but that didn't change the fact that they were playing and I just had to sit in the stands and watch night after night. I went to every single game that season, and supported my friends; all the while feeling empty because I couldn't be out there with

I showed up ready to go and ran all the drills and realized I was not as good as I thought I was. I had trouble during any dribbling drills, doing it much slower than everyone else since all I knew was how to dribble in one hand. Dribbling was not the only struggle I faced either. I could barely even hold my own in a quick one-on-one against someone. Only ten seconds into me guarding him, he had me on the ground. My ankles and dreams were shattered. After all this, I did not make the team; I never expected to after the first day, but it only took one day for me to realize my

I was about halfway through my sophomore year of high school. I was on the varsity soccer team and we were having a terrific season. We were hoping to make a run for state, which had never been done by the boys team since its inception 10 years ago. I did not receive a lot of playing time over the course of the season, but I was integral to the depth and strength of the team. At first, I had to prove to myself and my coaches that I could be an asset to the varsity team. I stepped up my intensity during the junior varsity games and focused all my energy during practice to make sure my efforts would not go unnoticed. My hard work and determination paid off and as a result, I was asked to join in the varsity practices. It was a great opportunity

was 9 years old and 4th grade had just started which meant that my first official year of basketball was around the corner and everything had to be perfect. I would wake up in the mornings before school and I would go shoot come home after school and shoot again, it was the most practice I had ever done, in one thing, in my entire life. The first practice started in October and I was so overly excited I grabbed a ball and started my routine 5 lay-ups and 10 free throws. I knew my coach better than anyone, He was my father, so when he blew the whistle, I ran to the line and prepared for up and down sprints. We only ran for about 15 minutes, but it felt like days the way he ran us giving us only a few water breaks The entire team was wheezing and we were barely a quarter way through practice. I hear my Dad yell lay-up lines and I get excited because this is something if practiced so hard

I joined my school’s basketball team without prior experience in any sport. The first day was terrifying, but I grew to really enjoy being on a sports team, and I definitely do not regret my decision. I also decided on taking Drama as my art instead of Drawing and Painting, which was the art that I was familiar with since I had taken it since the sixth grade. Although this seems rather insignificant, it was actually a victory for me since I wanted desperately to try something

All throughout my childhood, I have played a large part on my basketball team. I was the star player, competing in the large majority of the game. All of this changed junior year when I barely made my varsity basketball team. My coach said I would have to work very hard to obtain playing time, and that really upset me. Until this time, I had relied solely on natural ability to carry me on the court.

Last year, I decided that I wanted to do something important for my community so I volunteered to be a basketball coach at my church's basketball league. For about 4 months, I got to coach a team of hyperactive 4th and 5th graders. On the first day of practice, I asked my players what they wanted to achieve by the end of the season. One of my players said that he wanted to be able to shoot a three pointer by the end of the season. From then on, I helped him to improve his shooting. He wasn't the greatest shooter, but he was determined to perfect his shooting skills and I was determined to do everything I could to help him. During practice, I would help him with his shooting form and even after practice I would give him tips on how to get

Basketball has been a big part of my life which started when I was twelve and wanted to go to the NBA. The problem being, I did not put in the work to do anything to get better. The only thing I did do go to the park about once or twice a month and play. I thought video games would help me because I thought would increase my IQ in basketball... sounds stupid to me now. Anyways, I did not make the team, simply owing to the fact I did not practice.

This became obvious in middle school when teams now had "cuts,” this is when if you are not good enough you will not make the team. I remember the summer of 2010 I was watching the NBA finals, and it is The Los Angeles Lakers Vs. The Boston Celtics and watching Paul pierce and Kobe go back to back at it made me fall in love with basketball. After watching that game, I went to the nearest basketball court and started shooting around, while imagining that I am Jordan. Ever since that day, I started spending hours and hours, day in and day out at the park play basketball. I really do not have anyone to teach me how to play I sorted taught myself. Once that summer was over, I waited for the school year to start, and I tried out for my school's basketball teams. This is the first time experience of being cut. It is a shock to me because I have never been cut before. This experience gives me a goal for next year, to make the eighth-grade team. To make sure that I made the team next year, I go to the gym and park every day after school and practice and I spent my whole entire summer practicing. Then the greatest thing happened, I hit my growth spurt. At the start of the summer I was 5’4 and by the end of the summer, I was 5’11 I grew a whole 7inches. I became taller than everyone in the school. When tryouts came, I became taller and better, and I have been able to show my coach my

It was my seventh grade year and basketball tryouts were crawling nearer and nearer. Everyday that went by I pushed basketball off to the side to hang out with friends, go to sporting events, etc. I thought I had this in the bag and I would for sure make the “A” team. But, what I did not know was that my so sure thoughts would be wrong and I would be stuck on the “B” team for that whole year. As a seventh grader I am gonna have to admit I was a bit on the cocky side. I thought that I was the best player and I thought that I did not have to work as hard because I was already better than everybody. But, what was so good about not making the team and being so cocky was that it was all fixable and not permanent.

In the beginning, I was not very good at basketball when I was in the middle school. Because I just started to play it. Other basketball players were much earlier than me so they were better than me obviously. It was quite tough at the beginning because when I played the game, my teammates did not pass the ball to me just because was unskillful. They thought I could