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

Most of us have a place where we can go and be free and be ourselves with no implications. It is a place where we can just forget about the problems of life, the problems of the world, and just feel true tranquility, pure freedom. I have a place like this, it is the basketball court. Just the sight of the basketball court evokes countless emotions and feelings for me. There is not another place in the world where I feel as free and excited as I do on the basketball court. When I step onto the court it is impossible for me to conjure a negative feeling within myself, I enter an endless state of euphoria and self-confidence.

The sound of the crashing waves surrounding me, and my family yelling "Run Lauren!" filled the air as I stood in awe of this wave heading straight toward me. My family decided to take a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit family, and the popular landmarks the state holds. I was excited to visit the beach because I had never encountered the ocean or the tropical climate before. I had never seen the ocean before so my excitement to go to the beach overflowed. While we were in California we had the opportunity to visit the beach but due to a tight time schedule, we did not have the opportunity to spend much time at the beach. The day we went seemed perfect to go, but with only a limited time frame to go, we did not have the opportunity to

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

The brightly lit court contrasted with the darkness of the huge cavern with its freezer-like biting cold air which encompassed all areas of the Shadow Hill’s gym. Every one who was attending this event was swept up with anticipation waiting for this match to start. Lost in my thoughts, the shrill of a single whistle reminded me why I was there. This was one of the most important and competitive games in the low desert. Shadow Hills High School’s volleyball team was scheduled to play Xavier College Prep’s volleyball team tonight. The Shadow Hills team-I know most of the players-contains a lot of skilled players, as does the Xavier Prep team. Xavier Prep has more funding for sports programs, allowing them to spend more money on the

“Whoever is last to the beach is getting thrown in the water” my sister hollered as the cab door opened.  My friends and I all glanced at each other and sprinted out of the car because the last thing we wanted to do is get wet and stay like that for the next 5 hours or so of the day.  Even before my feet touched the sand, I can see the tan coarse blanket that runs along the silky blue ocean.  With every breath that I inhale, I smell the salt and as I get close and closer to the beach I feel the warm breeze.  As soon as I touched the sand, my feet sank in it, and all the little grains of sand went through my toes, forming a perfect mold. With every step I took, I also felt something sharp poking my bare feet.  When I looked down I saw a spiral, miniature seashell that was pointing its rough edges to the surface of the sand.  The closer I looked, I saw more clusters of tiny seashells, all different types of shapes and vibrant colors. I tip toed forward to the ocean and picked up some of the seashells along the way.  They felt rough like sand paper from one side, but silky smooth from the

"Swish!" The pleasant sound the basketball hoop makes when you perfectly sink the ball. It was a skin-frying day in the small town of Campo. We could hear everyone else in the pool right next to the basketball courts but we would rather play some ball. "Pass it, pass it!" Aricia shouted to Jacob. Jacob ignored her and took it up to the hoop himself. "What the Heck!!" Aricia said, "Pass it sometime you ballhog." Everyone mumbled, "Ooooh" egging on the situation. This time Jacob passed it to her as fast as a bullet so she wouldn't catch it but she did and shot. "Hahahahaha" everyone laughed at her shot. Now Travez and I have the ball and we were ready to score this time. Travez passes it to me and I shoot but only to get the ball stuck in between

As we skid around the unknown gravel road, surrounded with bushes and seldom road signs, in the middle of Suwanee Georgia, I continue to believe that we are lost. Finally, after turning a hidden corner our female figure GPS says in a monotone voice, “you have arrived at your destination, your route guidance is now finished.” Before my eyes is one of the largest sports complexes I have ever seen in my entire life which is surrounded by people buzzing like bees into a bee hive. My mother and I quickly swing the bulky suburban into the first spot we can find, and hurry our way into the gym. Entering the door is a challenge because of the large crowd, but what could I expect when there are currently seventeen courts of games being played simultaneously. I trudge my way through the crowd, along with my heavy basketball bags full of gear, to my destination of Court 8. Swiftly lacing up my shoes and tucking in my jersey, I finally stand up to get a

I laced up my shoes as tight as a business man's wallet. I stepped on the court the hardwood feeling like clouds under my feet. I was getting ready to make the jump not a doubt in my mind that I couldn't do it. And then I took off like a bullet coming out of a gun.

The twin sisters sat on the patio, at the coffee shop on Markham Boulevard, over-looking the West Beverly beach, with its golden sand, palm trees, and a mixture of iridescently glowing, tanned, and definably muscled individuals prancing around in their swimwear: hitting beach balls, making sand castles, or chasing each other out into the aquamarine water. Janette and Gina shared a smile through darken, oversized sunnies as they reminisced about their days on this very beach. Back then, what seemed so long ago, they would share infinite laughter as they splashed the cold water on each other before running back to their hooded stripped umbrellas and polka-dotted beach towels. Gina’s towel and umbrella was always Barbie pink with cream off-white pleats and Janette’s belongings were Barney purple with indigo blue trimming. The two girls wouldn’t ever dare land on the

It was a beautiful afternoon on the bay of Huntington Beach. Just what would be expected of any regular day in California. The sun was shining inexplicably, as if it knew what was coming, the sky was clear with one cloud across the horizon, the sand was boiling and I could literally feel the bottom of my foot melting away. The air was scented with the sweetness of spring and refreshed by gentle breezes. There are families everywhere I look, playing endlessly with their kids, throwing beach balls around, tanning their bodies until it turns to ebony, walking their precious dogs, and riding their bicycles until their muscles deteriorated. The beach is adult’s playground.

Since I was a child, I loved watching basketball games. I remember when I was around six years old, there was a game on the t.v taking place at OAKA in Greece, and my favorite team AEK was playing against PANATHINAIKOS. The game was going to start at ten o'clock and my dad didn't want me to stay awake to watch it. I started crying as always- when I wanted something I was doing that -and my dad couldn't see me crying so he agreed and said that we were going to watch the game together. I was so happy about that, and I said thanks to my father. All my favorite players were playing and the game was unbelievable. I knew from that night, that I wanted to be a basketball player when I grew up.

Basketball has gotten many young African Americans off the streets and out of gangs and drugs. Before Allen Iverson hit double digits he was on the streets past 12 am or trying to fit in with the older guys. Then basketball would take up most of his time so he could not have time to be on the streets. In my first paragraph I will explain what is basketball. In my second paragraph I will explain the rules of basketball. In my final paragraph I am going to explain how to become a professional or Overseas player. Basketball players, pros and legends all around the world knew the following three what is basketball and the history, the rules and the training of basketball and any sport in general. If they didn't know those three things they wouldn't be who they are today. So when it comes to basketball skill out ways talent in a long shot.

While still sitting in the warm, soft sand, I reflected back on the ample amount of research I had completed only a few weeks earlier, on popular activities to do in Hawaii. One activity in particular, brought up in the search, had caught my attention. It was the art of sandcastle building. When building a sandcastle, I learned that the sky is the limit because there are a variety of different techniques and strategies that can be used. During the last couple of days before leaving, I spent all my time on the computer researching all of the necessary steps, small details, and beneficial tips needed to build a successful sandcastle. I had watched video after video and read article after article on how to build the ultimate sandcastle and began to develop a plan that I could put into action when we finally were on our vacation. As I came out of my daydream, excitement built up inside me as I looked across the horizon, at the wavy, ocean water again. I realized that the tide was low, which meant that it was the perfect

I can remember the day clearly as if it were yesterday. The sand covering my feet was shining brightly with resilient sunlight. The tides crashed gently against the sand as if caressing it. The wind carried on casually; at times I felt no breeze at all, as if the wind itself stopped for a second to enjoy the relaxing scene. This day marked the beginning of our annual family beach journeys.