Descriptive Essay About Basketball

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 sophomore year, and the day had come to find out who made the varsity lacrosse team. We piled into the locker room to discover rows of brand new helmets. The list of the varsity players was written on the whiteboard. The team was excited, the locker room buzzing with noise. My heart dropped as I realized that my name wasn’t written there. My friends were admiring their new helmets and I had to hold back tears and disappointment. I know now that I still had to be developed at the junior varsity level, but it wasn’t easy to understand back then. At practice that day, I played out of pure spite, every move filled with rage. You aren’t good enough, I thought. I left practice that day without saying goodbye to my friends.

This was our opportunity to do so, before we had to act as competitors and not companions. After catching up, we rushed out of the changing room and into the gym, planting ourselves on the polished floors, our knee high socks sliding with every move we made. We sat in silence as the coach, Mr. McBurney, approached us and informed us about how each practice would play out, and about how even if some of us did not make the team, we should all treat each other as if we are teammates.

Our school was never very good at sports and only about five girls would be cut. I was jittery the day that the varsity roster was to be posted; I wanted nothing more than to be part of the team. After classes ended, I walked to the athletic board, where the varsity roster would be posted. I anxiously scanned the list for my name. I scanned it again. As my eyes ran over the page a third time, my heart began to sink. I hadn’t made the team. I was one of five girls who were cut from the varsity team. In a daze, I went to practice. Instead of focusing like I usually did, I went through the motions. The five of us who made up the junior varsity team had a separate practice with the assistant coach. After the sting of failure finally faded, I began to work harder than before. I showed up early to practice and stayed late every day. Every weekend I spent at least two hours on the field practicing. I was determined to make the coaches regret putting me on the “JV” team. As the season ended, I didn’t stop working to become better. Any day that was not too cold, I could be found on the field. When spring came, I joined the soccer team, hoping to improve on my endurance and speed. Over the summer, I spent at least two hours every day running and practicing. When the field hockey season rolled back around, I was ready to show off my skills and make the varsity

In my sophomore year of high school, the successful club volleyball season was coming to an end. I was eager to be a starter on my high school varsity team because my coach had promised me a spot weeks before tryouts. Every practice I came walking in, confident as ever, ready to challenge myself to become a better player. My team mates supported me and gave me self assurance that I would be a great athlete.

It was late October, leaves were changing, and cold weather was rolling into the Ohio area. You could always tell whether or not your team had been having a successful fall season when you finish up your regular practice time, and as you are walking out of the gym the mens basketball team is lacing up after you. Our second round of the tournament we travelled out to the boonies of Ohio; Blanchester. An hour trip from our little town, we were determined to come out on top. We weren’t making this trip just for a loss, especially during homecoming week. My team played beautifully, executing a win. After this game, I received a phone call from Jim explaining that a local coach had heard of my recent accolades, seen me play, and was very impressed. Flattered, assuming he was just telling me a compliment, I grinned and told him a generous ‘thank you!’ Little did I know, this coach had played for Coach Condit at Miami University. She had told her about me and wanted me to call her. My heart jumped out of my chest; not only was this one of my top schools WITHOUT volleyball, but now with it was an opportunity of my dreams. A nervous and thrilled sensation struck me all at once. I knew in an instant that this was where I wanted to be, that my goal was within reach I just had to work harder than ever for

Anxiety surged through every portion of my body. Tears streamed down my face almost as fast as thoughts flooded through my head. “It won’t be the same. You’ll be uncomfortable. The coach will hate you. They’ll all make fun of you. You won’t be good enough.” I struggled to push the thoughts from my head.

Bruised knees, sore legs, and tired arms were what my high-school years consisted of. I had always wanted to be part of a sports team, but middle school sports didn’t count because no one took it seriously. During my freshman year in high school, I found out about volleyball try-outs and immediately signed up and attended each practice. For once, I felt a sense of belonging - there were rookies and there were pros – I was never marginalized and was accepted whether or not I had experience.

On the last day of volleyball tryouts, I felt nervous. I knew if I didn’t make the team it would be okay. I went thought the whole tryout thinking “ I know i’m not going to make it.”I went to go help set up the nets in the gym. I went up to my friends and I said “Good luck.”

I sat there thinking how just yesterday I was at a tryout for Michigan Elite Volleyball Academy’s local team, a beginner team that I could join for the spring in order to improve my volleyball skills once the 7th grade season was over. During the tryout, a coach pulled me aside to ask me to join the 14s National team. Although the team was made up of mostly 8th graders, they were down a player and thought that I could fill the hole. So, here I am, an intimidated 7th grader, at her first club practice.

Basketball has been my favorite sport ever since I was little. Who knew a little rubber ball could bring so much joy to a person. The sound of the ball dribbling as it hits the cold gym floors. The smell after a good workout might have been unpleasant to the nose, but all the ecstasy it brought was definitely worth it. I played in my middle school, Aptos, from sixth grade to eighth grade and I just started playing for Washington in my sophomore year. I was such a big fan of basketball and my all time favorite players will always be Kobe Bryant, Kyrie Irving, and Allen Iverson. They were known for their great dribbling skills and their ability to defend anyone, no matter the size or position that person played. These are the type of players that inspire people to be more creative and have more fun with the ball.

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The summer before eighth grade I was told that there were going to be volleyball tryouts for the high school teams. When I heard this I got excited for the opportunity to show the coaches what I had. The older players cautioned us on how difficult and physically taxing the three days of tryouts would be. So, in order to prepare, I woke up early in the morning all throughout the summer to go running and do other conditioning exercises to get ready for the tryouts. I would take my volleyball and pass to myself against the side of my family’s barn. Once the day of the tryouts came, I couldn’t have been more excited. I showed up completely ready to showcase my skills. All throughout the first day we did testing and conditioning. I felt like I was doing pretty good. I was beating some of the older kids in some of the skills, and I felt like my chances were pretty good. Day two was more of the same from day one. But then, at the end of day two, the coach pulled another eighth grader and me aside. We knew that she was going to tell us if we had made the team or not. We were realistic and weren’t expecting

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.

5 jerseys are all I have ever worn in my basketball career for the Sixers, Dream Team, Stl Rising Stars, B-Mac Bounce, and NEMS. I love basketball but it's slowly coming to an end I'm getting tired of it. I've been playing basketball all my life, but every team I played for since I have gotten better. I learned new skills on each team such as defense, offense, and running plays and how to be a leader. I would have liked to be able to play in high school, but based off on how many days of suspension I have I can't. Basketball wasn’t just a sport to me it was my life I love playing it helps me mature and be a leader instead of getting in trouble and doing stuff I’m. It supposes to do. Sixers were my favorite AAU team and the Northeast middle was my school team I loved playing with both of those teams because I got to do anything I want and a player likes when coaches let you do what you want. I scored almost 15 points per game it was kinda normal, so it wasn’t that big of a deal to me it was just me playing ball.