Descriptive Essay About Basketball

Kids make a tunnel and talk rapidly back and forth to each other as the adrenaline fills them. We slowly start to walk forward as the beat gets louder. Band members click their drum sticks on the rims of their huge round drums. The crowd claps to the beat. Goosebumps begin to form on my arms as a chill runs down my loose spine. The smoke machines turn on and a dense white cloud fills the air. I scream, “Let’s go!” as we take off through the tunnel of kids. The only thing racing through my mind right now is how I will do anything I possibly can to beat that guy across from me. I will play harder than them. Running faster than ever before, I effortlessly stride out through the banner as the crowd booms with cheer. Adrenaline runs from my tall black socks, up to the annoying orange mouthguard, that I have sucked onto my clenched teeth. The student section flings flour into the air, and we jump in a huddle as we start our day by day chant, led by John. We repeat after him, “Day by day, we get better and better. We can’t be beat, won’t be beat, we are the West Delaware Hawks.” After one of the greatest warm ups and entrances in the state of Iowa, I am physically and mentally amped to go and win another football

After a long day of school, I was finally ready, well at least I thought I was. All of the pressure that was building up inside me to finally play under the friday nights lights was an uncomfortable feeling at first. My heart was beating so rapidly it felt like it was coming out of my chest. Here I was sitting in my locker with my headphones on trying get myself ready for my first last game ever. The music was so loud I was cancelling out every little sound that was happening in the locker room to keep myself concentrated. Nothing would get in my way to mess up my confidence. My teammates and I seemed to sit in suspense forever while watching each second on the clock pass by.

It was late December with snow sprinkling down from the clouds covering the roads. George was at morning practice for basketball prepping for the game he had the next night.

The clock started ticking down as the ball was passed in bounds. Five seconds never seemed so long. We were losing by two points, and the whole team knew the game plan. The ball was swung around the perimeter, from sideline to sideline, until it landed in my hands. The clock read 2.5 seconds, there was only enough time for one last shot. Little did i know, that one shot, would change my life, and basketball career forever.

Before we knew it school was starting, and I finally got to play on the high school team with my brother. It just seemed excitement was in the air from the first day. The games started and we were playing good, stacking up the wins. Our first game of the season was at Achille, and I hit a homer while my brother was on base. It was a great feeling to watch him score on my hit! Before long, people were saying, “you better not sleep on that combo!” We had always lived and breathed baseball. I quickly became the second best pitcher on the team running a close race behind my brother. If he was pitching, I

Basketball, the sport where there are five players of each team on the court. The point of the game is you try to make the basketball, which bounces and Is round in the round basket on each side of the court. When I was five my parents said ok time to stop playing basketball, but leave your basketball stuff on and get your basketball shoes on because I was playing basketball downstairs.They surprised me and took me to the gym and when I got there my parents said it’s basketball practice. All I heard was squeaky shoes and smelt a stinky gym some of my best friends were in there and i was ready to play basketball. When i got home my parents asked if it was fun and i said yeah.They said do you want to play a longer time and i said yeah again.

If I were to meet anyone in the world, it would be the greatest player to ever play the game of basketball. A real close decision between meeting LeBron James and Michael Jordan. So, I chose the G.O.A.T. Michael Jordan. He is such an inspiration to many people, whether those people were alive or not born when he was in the league. Michael is a really nice guy too.

The previous day, I had worked hard, but not as hard as I could. I promised myself that I would prove to the coach and myself that I was worthy of making the junior varsity team and playing on it. That day, Coach Wiley told us that only 12 people would make each team. Those words made me freeze up because I was so nervous. To start the second day, Coach Taylor was tossing balls to pass and I worked as hard as I ever could to make each and every forearm pass perfect. At that point, I was already sweating like a glass of lemonade on a hot day. We then did a hitting drill with freshman and first-year players only. After, we did some setting drills and a few transition drills. Then, it was time for a water break.

As I opened the car door, I was immediately overwhelmed by the wet humid air that grasped me like a blanket would during the wintertime. I made my way out of the car onto the wooded walkway and was taken away by the breathtaking view. The bright yellow sun was beaming high, while the fluffy white clouds floated above me. The deep blue water glistened in the sun and this view simply could not get any better. Gulf Shores, Alabama was the place for a perfect vacation getaway, as well as a place to play beach volleyball. I made the three-hour flight from Grapevine, Texas to Gulf Shores, Alabama to play my all-time favorite sport.

In an arena full of people with no room for error, the pressure was on and I was not planning on disappointing my supporters today. In a gym full of anxious gymnasts, a once in a lifetime event was about to occur. I was 11 years old; I had a large support group which consisted of my family, my teammates, and my coaches, and I was ready to take on my first regional gymnastics competition. The event lasted all day, and I learned that with hard work and dedication I can achieve anything.

I’ve always loved the game of basketball. The way it gets people sitting on the edge of their seats, the pressure on the court, the anxiety on the bench, the frantic coaches. But never have I experienced such an intensity of that of the Norrix vs. Central game. We are in the locker room, whooping and hollering, with 20 minutes to tip-off. I’m so excited to get on the court and hear the deafening cheers of the crowd. As I pull my jersey over my head, Haleigh approaches me.

An avid and precise basketball team that wants it all, is needed to make it in Minnesota boys basketball AA class. Royalton’s Royals varsity boys team wants to be just that. Their skill and talent will help them, but this team will need heart in the long stretch. Royalton’s varsity team has six key parts that make them the team they are. There is the point guard, the off guard, the point forward, the stretch forward, the center, and the bench.

When we pull up, the Mason City team is already warming up. We get out of the suburban and get our things out of the back and head to the courts. Mr. Davies meets with the Mason City coach discussing how many games to play and which players are playing which positions as the team and I warm up, which goes by fast in the warm weather. When we go and meet the other team I notice that most of them are as tall as trees, looming over the rest of us. That's bad. Usually tennis players who are tall are awfully hard to get around. There is one that is my height, but I think the chances I play him are incredibly slim.

“Lebron is going off”, my father was telling me. I could barely hear it though over how loud was at the insane game. I was the game of the year. The Cavs and Warriors were playing in game 7 of the finals. I didn’t think a crowd could be so loud and energetic. Halftime was coming up. The score was 49-42. The halftime show was about to start. The players ran to their locker rooms. Then, out of nowhere, “BANG”. It was loudest sound I have ever heard. After that a dance group emerged. They were flipping like snowflakes in the air through the main doors. They were dressed in all white. The crowd then got louder than ever before. The Shaq suddenly emerged out of the main doors. He busted out moves right in the middle of the court. I’m not gonna lie, they were terrible. It was very funny though. After what felt like an eternity of Shaq’s terrible moves, the most insane moment of my life occurred. It started with the dance group vanishing back through the main doors. Shaq was then alone at halfcourt holding a basketball. I noticed something around his neck however. When I asked my dad what he thought it was, he said it was binoculars. Shaq then started looking through his binoculars scanning the entire Oracle Arena. It seemed like he was looking right at me. There was no way though. Suddenly, he gave an awkward head nod. A little boy then brought him out a microphone. Shaq yelled into the microphone, “You, in the Curry jersey!” It seemed like he was pointing right at me. Shaq then

One day my mom told me that I was on the Upward Basketball Team, a church league for basketball. I was furious because I did not like basketball at all, but my mom loved basketball, which is why she wanted me to play on the team.