Descriptive Essay About Basketball

The day was October 8th, 2014. I hardly played. One school day, my 5th teacher, Ms. Smit said, “flyers for the basketball team on the table” ordinarily I took one. Kids from 4th, 5th, and 6th grade came to try out for the team. After tryouts, a paper next to the nurse's office was hung up. The paper sheet named those who had made the team. Surprisingly, I made the team, most likely from my height. I felt like I shouldn’t have made the team. At the time, I barely started to play basketball. I went to the practices at school and tried to make myself a little bit better, since a tournament was about to begin in a few weeks.

Basketball was my favorite sport growing up. I’ve played since I was little and I still play the game today. I played basketball at my elementary school, St. Cecilia, from Kindergarten till 8th Grade and also played AAU basketball for about 2 years before entering High School. Going into my freshmen year of High School, the first sport I played was basketball. Tryouts began in about the start of November and ended about 2 weeks after. I had made the Freshmen A team. I was excited and as the season progressed, we didn’t win many games but I still had fun playing. Nearing the end of the season, golf was another sport coming up that I also wanted to try and play. I say “try and play” because at the time, I was also going to play AAU basketball. I had set in my mind that I was going to play basketball for all of my four years of high school, but my parents pushed me to tryout for golf. When the basketball season ended, golf tryouts started. Tryouts lasted for about 2 weeks, and I made the JV team. When I found out I made the team, I was very surprised. I hadn’t put in the hard work as others before tryouts came around, but the coach saw potential in me and that I can become a great player. The coach saw so much potential in me, that every week, I kept progressing in skill and fine tuning my mechanics. Halfway through the season, about 4 or 5 weeks after I made the team, my coach gave me the chance to play with the Varsity Golf team for a couple days. I was excited and eager to

It was my junior year and football season was over. We had won the state championship. It was time to relax and enjoy basketball season. Basketball season was always a fun time. I was a grade younger than most of my friends who were on the team. I was always the kid that was brought up to sit on the bench or be the sixth man. I never really got too much playing time, however, sometimes if there was a big man on the other team, or some sort of foul trouble for one of the seniors, I would get in. I had been playing with these same kids since the 6th grade. My role on the team had been the same all the way up to this point. That was ok with me. What I really enjoyed though were all the trips and tournaments and just hanging

I am in love with the sport of basketball. The feeling of adrenaline I have before the start of a game, the satisfying sound of the swish of a buzzer shot, and the half-time coach-given-tension-filled talks work together to create an atmosphere unlike anything I have ever experienced. I have been playing basketball for as long as I can remember, and when high school finally came, everything intensified. My freshman year, I was placed on the varsity team. I looked forward to practices, tournaments, bus rides, and every inside joke and moment I would get to share with the girls on my team who, as an only child, became sisters to me.

Basketball is not just a sport, to me it is a lifestyle; there is something about shooting the orange sphere through the net and hearing that “swoosh” sound that can force any problem to instantly go away. Nothing can compare to the satisfaction that is felt when stepping onto the court or feeling the padded outer-layer of the ball clash with the tips of my fingers after bouncing up from the ground. The court is a second home to me. I have been playing basketball since I was eight years old. It seemed to come as second nature. Once I reached middle school, I competed for a spot on the seventh grade girls basketball team and earned myself a spot. Those girls meant everything to me. I can recall practices when we got off task and goofed around for a bit, but we always got back to work.

It was finally my time to be picked and my head has felt as if it was spinning in circles and my legs felt of jello and I finally made the walk to booth. coach told me I made the team and the season had begun. Our first game was highly anticipated and the game was the talk of the school, I was ready and excited to finally play my first game. Once school was over we walked to the small primary school for our first game walking past kids and roads this would be a game to remember. The court was clean and you could hear the sqeaks of the shoes The team arrived there size intimidated my teamates.By the time the

The word cool is valued differently by each individual as everyone has a different view on objects or thoughts in life. How cool is defined is basically something that one cherishes or has passion for as it could vary from playing sports to having a pet rock. Playing basketball is cool because it is a sport for anyone who has passion for the game as each player holds a different position on the court allowing a team to function well. Not only is basketball a sport for anyone, it also acts as a stress relief. Basketball allows individuals to be put in a relaxed state of mind allowing their minds to clear up from the stress that they may possibly had to endure throughout their day. The definition of cool could change as one progresses in their life because their enjoyment for certain things may change as they age. Unlike other sports, basketball is life and it is a sport meant for any age groups because it does not require a lot of physical strength. Basketball is more of a mental sport because each individual would have to push themselves to become better each day by doing drills to brush up their fundamentals. A passionate basketball individual will go through hell just to improve a slightest bit because basketball is life for everyone for finds passion in the game. For example, Kobe Bryant, a Los Angeles Lakers Legend, spent most of his life playing professional basketball and Michael Jordan, a living basketball legend, even had his own brand under Nike. Both basketball

Score! “Lee County takes another point in the volleyball tournament” says the announcer. The team starts to fall apart as we lose our game towards Lee County High School home of the Lady Trojans. The score is 24-14 as we fall behind. While i’m sitting on the bench waiting to sub in with my other teammate I began to feel nervous. What if I mess up the game for everyone. “7 for 40 you may go.” says the Ref. I start to play with my hands which is a sign of me getting nervous about something. All the players in Lee County are very serious and aggressive, which is a good thing just not to the extent they are. The whistle begins to blow for the girl on the other team to serve the ball. Right when she hits the ball I noticed the ball was heading straight towards me “Mine mine mine!” I said. My arms extended out into the playing position and I passed the ball to Nicky which is our setter. The setter on the team has a hard position because they constantly hear us call for the setter to set us a ball to hit and they have to be able to get to the ball to receive a second hit. Unfortunately Lee County got the winning point to this game but the next time we play them we will have the winning point.

They were through the halfway point of the season with the best record in the league, but that didn’t let Gregory allow himself to relax one bit. He pushed further and further, wanting not only to continue winning, but for the winning margin to increase. Being a veteran on the hockey team, he understood how teams can collapse or come together during the second half of the season, and he wasn’t going to let his teammates relax with the first half of the season performance. He held workouts for his team in the early morning before dawn, a routine he used to only hold himself accountable for before this season.

iThe school day was over and the kids were rushing through the doors and overflowing the hallways. “Today is the day to try out for the middle school basketball team!” I thought.

“Pop”! I collapse on the cold hard floor as immediate pain rushes to my left knee. All I manage to utter are groans as my friend asks if I’m okay and tries to lift me off the ground. I limp off in his arms as I’m assisted to the nearest bus stop. Once I’m off the bus I observe that I’m limping badly and my knee is swollen to the size of an orange. A little voice in my head told me this wasn’t the common mishap that happens during basketball. It told me I wasn’t going to be able to slap on an ice pack and be okay the following day. However, I temporarily disregarded this voice, and, being the optimistic person that I am, hoped for the best. I figured I would be back to normal within weeks. This wasn’t the case. My mother eventually decided

I lost a little bit of confidence in myself and the coach started to notice. On a Friday before school my coach called me and asked me to play on non-elite team for a tournament because they didn't have a point guard. I took this really hard and got really mad but

It was the end of a normal school day. Our first home game was that day and I was pumped! I went home after school to get my jerseys and my squeaky clean, high top basketball shoes, then headed to the school shortly after. We were versing Ridgedale that day which I was almost 110% sure that we would win because the varsity last year creamed them. So we all get ready to go out and warm up, like usual. The game then started and we played really good I made 7 offencive and 5 defensive rebounds, and 2 points. After half time that game I was told to go dress for the varsity game. I felt really good about myself and I was ready to play more. So we were warming up like usual and then when the game started I was sitting on the bench until after half time. In the third

When I woke up this early Saturday morning I was so pumped for my games. For once I was the first person ready for the day, that’s a first. I had my lucky white leggings on under my blue Comets shorts, along with my white jersey. I also had this black knee brace that protects my bad knee. Anyways, once we got into the car we went to pick up my teammate Coby. Right after we got him we drove to the gym where my game was at. Soon as I walked in the first thing I smelt was sweaty boys. We were running

With nine minutes left, both teams were playing strong. Our shooters hit a few shots, but the Tigers were on fire. Now the score was 56 to 58 with only five minutes left in the game. Everyone was on the edge of their seats: players, coaches, and fans for both teams. Our coach was yelling, “Pick up the ball...play good defense...and don’t foul!” The other team was starting to get tired, so they called a timeout to get a quick rest. Our coach told us, “We are gonna win. We can do this! Don’t give up.” There were just two minutes left and the score was 58 to 60, Saber ball. Our point guard brought the ball down the court, drove through the key, and dished it out for a two-pointer to tie the game 60 to 60 with 1:24 seconds left. In response, the other team also drove down the court, passed it around for 45 second stall, and then drove in for a shot, but unfortunately got fouled. As the players lined up, I noticed the shooter was at the line sweating as much as a polar bear in the desert. He shot the first one and it rolled around the rim to go in. When he shot the second one, it bounced up and also went in. All of us, including our fans sat quietly and discouraged while the Tipton fans went crazy with