Descriptive Essay About A Basketball Game

It was a rainy day in Autumn. I had just begun to really get into tennis and was ready to buy a new racket. This was the day of my life, my quinceanera, by bar mitzvah, today was the day I was becoming a tennis man. Although, like most sports, tennis is not necessarily a use-your-hand-me-down-sneakers-with-a-hole-in-them cheap sport. Although, thankfully for the past few weeks I had been saving up for this glorious day of days. Now I doubt you have even heard rather than stepped inside the heaven known as the PGA Superstore so let me just paint you a picture. First, of all the store is roughly the size as maybe the entire top level of Dave and Busters in the Hawthorne mall. When you walk into this Heaven on Earth the first thing you may notice is just how freaking huge it is! Also, the first thing you see in the store is a plethora of every-single-thing you would need to golf. But past all the golfing equipment if you can survive the labyrinth of the store then in the back right corner you will find the prized jewel. A tennis court and a huge array of racquets and tennis shoes. Being the little 14 year old I was I couldn't close my mouth in awe. But what happens soon is what really divides the line between the preppy tennis players and the down to earth one’s. Before my Dad could say anything as he saw me zone out in tennis daydreams I ran to the closest store employee and asked them to demo

In order to establish exigence, Hogan relays his personal experiences about his times playing tennis to the reader. The author makes it clear that, in the words of the colonel, “Tennis is the one game that, once you learn it, you will be able to play for the rest of your life.” As a result, Hogan reveals how he played it every year of his life since he was first introduced to the game (Hogan,106). In his narrative, the author tells the reader that, with the help of the Colonel, tennis helped him find focus and a way to relax. Because he was not the best at the sport, the author was able to learn to be happy not by being the number one player on the tennis courts, but instead finding joy in the magnitude of his skill. Hogan tells the reader that even though the sport has changed since he first started playing, from a rich man's sport to a competitive

I was late in entering the realm of tennis as a lanky eleven-year-old. Among the countless midgets who had gripped onto a racquet since birth, my presence was uncomfortably conspicuous. Yet, I unabashedly attended every lesson, willing to stay for hours.

As I first joined the Prince George’s Tennis and Education Foundation tennis team, I was extremely pleased with the environment. I was met with friendly individuals and warm personalities from my peers and coaches alike. The coaches were exceptionally supportive, and I maintained a healthy, competitive relationship with my peers. Athletically, the PGTEF coaches were devoted to assisting the members of the team in comprehending

“Oh no, please don’t tell me this is happening. Mom, can I just skip this tournament?” I pleaded, “There is absolutely no hope for me.” Being the dramatic person I am, I lamented the imminent end of my tennis career. I went into the tournament with an expectation of failure. I started the match by accidentally whacking the ball over the fence, tripping on my own feet rushing to end the point. The little confidence I had when going into the match dissipated within a few minutes. I continued the match pondering how to angle my racket to put spin on the ball. Every time I failed, I blamed it on the high skill level of my opponent. Unsurprisingly, I lost in an hour. When looking back on that match, I realized that it could have gone differently had I not brought myself down before. My lack of

First, I would like to share with all of you what tennis is and what it’s like for the professionals and high school teams, to

A few years ago I was training to be professional tennis player at one of India’s top tennis academies. I had been playing tennis only for ten months when my tennis coach suggested I participate in the upcoming national level fastest serve tennis tournament. There was a fear in me, a fear of facing the more skilled, experienced, and accomplished competition, yet my mind wanted to overcome that fear and trust my coach and ten months of training. My coach had immense faith in my abilities to perform well, but being the underdog, I lacked the confidence to compete alongside top ranked players. As the tournament date grew closer, I found myself battling between two paths - give in to my fear and surrender any chance of winning, or escape my comfort

Since 1998, The Villages Tennis Club had supported the Silver Creek High School’s Tennis Team with racks, balls and sometimes footwear. It was only natural that helping two of these student’s each year, begin their journey in higher education.

After joining the girls’ tennis team at Hazleton Area High School, I unexpectedly took over the top position. Despite my individual

Community tennis refers to the USTA’s effort of giving every on the US access to the sport. It is focused on giving people the tools to go out and participate, along other members of the association, in a variety of tennis activities. Across the US the association works with the 10s and under divisions all the way up to senior adult divisions. Really anyone with the desire to play regardless of age, sex, skill level, or disabilities is given the opportunity to partake. Player development on the other hand, is more concerned with the development of world-class players from the US. Through coaching, education, player identification, and player services the USTA Player Development

“W,” he countered. I spun my racket on the ground and when it stopped, I looked at the butt to find it had landed on W. He opted to serve first and just like that, we were off. I had awaited this match for nigh on a year. We possessed the opportunity to conquer our biggest rivals in our house. Our entire team carried a mutual hatred of the Alexander Dawson School. As an expensive private school, they had a picturesque campus, state-of-the-art food services, lavish busses, and their students all had the same snobby attitude. We had a small campus with a low budget meal service. We just got our beautiful new tennis courts this summer and we could not let Dawson claim their first win on them before us. As far as the Peak to Peak tennis program was concerned, this was the championship. It was time to ruin Dawson’s season and claim the battle of Lafayette, Colorado!

Highland’s Men’s tennis team is making a big racket this year. Tennis is a really fast paced sport that can be played two different ways. The first way that tennis can be played is called playing doubles, which is two players from each team who play against each other as a pair. The next way that tennis can be played is one on one, which is one player from each team playing against the other. Men’s tennis is led by Coach Forshee Blair, who plays a big part in their lives. Senior Staton Jones, the number one player, remarked, “Coach Forshee is the person I admire the most.”Junior Daniel Friday stated, “Coach Forsche plays a big part in helping the team to keep going by calling us over to the fence and giving us pep talks.”

Running into the gym with my team, knowing it was my last middle school basketball game, but first championship game I felt elated and truly blessed. My knees quivered with anticipation after seeing all the bleachers filled with people. After realizing even the press and other media was in attendance I grasped the moment like a newly elected president at his inauguration. I am warming up doing basketball drills, when I began to look at the flags on the gym wall depicting the history of the basketball team. The years and dates of the last championship game, Historically a championship game had not been won since 2007 . The more I stared at the flags, the more it made me want to win this game and make history in this gym. As the crowd and cheerleaders start to chant, cheer and get loud, I started to feel more comfortable and rowdy more than I had ever felt in any other game that I’ve played. Waiting for the referee to blow the whistle for jumpall to start. I felt my fingertips tapping the side of my leg, which for some reason gives me a sign to myself that I am pumped up and ready to play!

In June when I heard the announcement over the school’s P.A. that tennis tryouts were approaching, I felt both excitement and anxiety. Would I be ready to compete against girls who had been perfecting their sport for years? I had a few weeks remaining to sharpen my skills and to beg my brother to be my opponent. He acquiesced and we practiced for hours at a time. I was always mindful that at any moment my knee could be injured

It was already past 7 by then but there was nothing we could do about it. We walked through the yard, had our bags checked, walked up the stairs and stepped inside. Hurriedly, we got our tickets checked and went to find our seats. A staff member had stopped us and told us to wait and move once someone won a point. We all stayed there watching, awestruck as the two tennis players hit the ball back and forth. I finally understood why people loved the sport so much. The suspense put everyone on the edge of their seats. Roger scored a point and we moved to our seats. It was all the way at the back but we could still see everything. The arena was almost packed. The match resumed and I had become bored at times. I was able to get a few pictures but it all looked like they were doing ballet instead of tennis. The polite lady who sat next to me made small talk. She had asked if I liked the tennis and Roger. I shook my head but told her that my mom does.