“You are a loser.”
I thought to myself as I sat quietly in my room, with my head down.
“What happened, son? Why the gloomy face?”
My dad came tapping my door and threw my favorite basketball at me, but I kicked the ball into the corner and never took a second look at it.
“Hey, what happened to the future NBA star?”
He frowned and sat beside me.
I did not know how to tell him about the most depressing failure I have experienced. It all began two years ago, when I first joined the basketball club in my high school. I had always been a great fan of basketball and wished that one day I could become a NBA star. It turned out that I could not do any of the fabulous skills the famous players did; instead I always lost the ball and made mistakes in passing balls. However, I never gave up hope, holding the belief that “numerous practice will make perfect eventually.”
I attended all training sessions and spent a great amount of time playing basketball since the thrill of winning games, of becoming better pushes me forward. I believed my efforts are worthy, since I had the advantage over other players in speed and keen awareness, and I trained harder than others every day. Basketball was the only thing on my mind. Then the time came to assemble the official school team to participate in formal basketball games. I thought for all my efforts
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I asked the coach about my weakness and trained specifically to improve it. I spent additional hours on the court working on my dribbling, shooting skills, asking others for the help of difficult strategy while simultaneously managing my heavy load for legs and elbows, getting stronger. Although I was not chosen for the official team, I never gave up training. I made many new friends and became more confident because of my increasingly proficient skills. I realized that no matter what I do, I should always try my
Basketball has always been an easy sport for me. I was the team captain and one of the carriers of the team. I was quite confident in myself and knew the consequences of not playing. But when I became a freshman in high school and could not play on the middle school team I had one option, to play on the varsity team. I was nervous because I had made friends on the middle school team but did not know the dynamic of the varsity team. When the first practice rolled around I was anxious.
In the poem, “Ex – Basketball Player” by john Updike, (which is a narrative poem) illustrates the nature of life on how life is potentially is seen has a mirror to other people’s life, especially people who play sports. Life is the physical and mental experience of an individual. An in the poem the main character Flick, supply the poem with a good example of how life is potentially a mirror for other people. This poem is formally organized, even though it locks some qualities, it still haves the qualifications of a good poem. The “Ex Basket Player” is an interested poem because it has a good theme, tone and lots of figurative languages.
Ever since Kevin Garnett, a teenager who by-passed college, was drafted as the fifth overall pick in the 1995 National Basketball Association (NBA) draft, more and more high school teenagers have been making the jump straight to the pros. Since the league draft of 1995, 17 first round picks have been high school players. This means that about 7 percent of first round draft picks in the NBA have been high school teens skipping out on their college education to make the jump to the NBA (Chylinski).
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
I spent the five years competing to acquire skills and experience. I trained five days a week for ten months leading up to the tryouts. I filmed my practices to analyze my techniques. Tryouts consisted of a morning skills session, the competition, an interview, and a written test. I felt like my morning skills and the written test did not go well; however, the interview and the competition went incredibly well. Unfortunately, when they announced the nominees for the national team, I was not chosen. My dream that I trained so long for had been crushed and there were no second chances. I kept thinking if I had trained harder, studied more, that there was more I could have done.
Basketball has been more than just a game in my life, it has always been a big part of my life, but it has been a part differently than what it is to others. I love everything about basketball. I have done everything from keeping the official book for a men's and women's collegiate team to washing a high school team's practice clothes and even making sure everyone has their uniforms and shoes before leaving for an away game. You don't have to be on the court, you don't have to be the one taking the winning shot or calling the play to be part of the team. I want you to think about this instead of feeling sorry for yourself because you didn't make the cut. I hope by the time you finish reading this you will realize
Michael Lechler - Narrative Introduction I have accomplished many things throughout my career as an NBA player. Things that stretch from the smallest milestones, to the largest awards. As well as having these milestones ,such as scoring 30,000 points, being 7th on the all time scoring list, and racking up the hardwear, I have made choices that have changed my career as a player, and as a person. From leaving Cleveland and returning again, to being a three time NBA champion. As an NBA player, have reached many milestones, won many awards, and have made career changing decisions, and moves, in the process.
I am excited about my college experience that lies ahead. My hometown is small and I am anxious to spread my wings a bit as I did when I spent the summer in Europe. I am looking forward to becoming a part of the UW Whitewater community where I plan to be a cheerleader and be involved in the campus life. For the past four years, I have been a part of a competitive cheerleading team in Janesville, WI. I quickly learned that in order to succeed, our team had to get along, work together and trust each other.
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
I didn’t know what positions I would play or even if I would get to play. Once cuts happened I got so nervous because I was one of the last people to go into the coach's office so I thought I was going to get cut from the team. Thankfully I made it, but I felt bad for all the players that didn’t get a shot at it. During cuts I figured out I was on JV 2 which made sense being the fact that only two freshman made the JV 1 team. When we started practicing I hated it, it was such a workout and I didn’t know if I was going to make it through the year. I would come home every day and my legs would be really sore and I would be really tired. After a few practices I realized how much the conditioning would help me strengthen my body so I didn’t get quite as sore so I toughened through it. I still really need to work hard on getting better at shooting the ball because I still struggle shooting it and I hope I get better throughout the season. I know as I work harder the more it will pay off throughout the school year whether it is shooting or passing or dribbling. I think I can do much better I just need to put more work and effort into becoming a better
When 5th grade basketball tryouts started, I was practicing with the more athletic players. Even with all of these improvements, I still did not the athletic skill necessary of being on the “A” which is why I was put on the “B” team. I was disappointed, but used this as motivation like how Isaiah Thomas used being the last pick in the draft as motivation. During this season, I made less errors than the year previous and dominated the paint. After this season finished, I felt it was for certain that next year I would make the “A”
I decided I was going to keep practicing and practicing until I became good enough to win. After school I would practice dribbling, free throws, and 3 pointers.
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.
When I was in the seventh grade, academics became more difficult, and the work load increased. However, as all of my friends did, I signed up to play middle school basketball. I was very excited to play for a new coach, who happened to be at the time Chris Wheelock. After the first week of practice, I was feeling very good about my chances to be a key contributor to a good team, as well as feeling comfortable with my coaches and teammates. Then, after one hard practice, I