Descriptive Essay About Basketball

We walked together to the field, the spikes on the bottom of my cleats clicking with each step on the parking lot pavement. A huge field with onlookers filling the bleachers on the far side came into view, lit up by the soft evening light. I spotted the girls on my team and my tired looking grey-haired coach. Me and my dad split up, me going to warm up with my team and my dad going to sit with the team parents. As I was passing with my teammates I watched the opposing team carefully. I observed how neat their drills were and how accurate their shots and passes were. They all looked so athletic and that really made me doubt myself. How was I supposed to prove to everyone that I was a good player if I had to play against a team this good? What if I mess up and the other team completely destroys my team? The loud buzzer that ended the warm ups sounded and both teams went to their side of the field. My coach called today’s starters out, and luckily he didn’t choose me. Relieved, I went to go sit on one of the hard metal chairs they provided for the teams on the sidelines. The chairs were uncomfortable but that didn’t bother me. I had other things on my mind. I sat shivering watching the events of the game

I walked into school to be greeted by a janitor vacuuming the floors. It was time to start thinking about the game and getting my focus level up. My pregame ritual wasn’t always the same beside for one thing, be the first to the locker room to have time to think to myself. Walking into the light blue and worn-down locker room it was almost like I could feel the emotion from all the players who had been there before myself. I was greeted by a wave of smell, the smell of victory, defeat, and pure hard work. It was quite musty but I was used to it and had grown accustomed to it. I sat myself down and began to think about how I would perform tonight and what I had to do in order to be victorious. I pictured myself going out onto the court and seeing all the fans packed into our old wooden bleachers. All I wanted to do was make them proud of the team they came to watch. I looked out the window to see the vehicles of my fellow teammates driving into our dirt parking lot. Soon, the locker room would no longer be quite and it would be filled with the shrieks, laughs, and giggles of my

As the clock ticks down, everybody starts to hang their heads. The score is now thirty to twenty-seven and we know we are about to lose. Although basketball has many lows, it is a part of who I am. Everybody has a hobby that they love that makes them feel like they can escape from reality and be free. For some people this might be a fun activity that they really love doing. This for me happens to be basketball and I have happened to fallen in love with this sport. Every Friday night as I lace my shoes up knowing I have forty-eight minutes to play with my best friends, my heart fills with never ending joy. This is the time that I hold a twenty-two ounce ball in my palms, and put all my worries and problems in the world away. This is the time

There's fifteen seconds left in the game, and we're down one. It’s summer league game, but there is a large crowd of red and black screaming their support. The crowd is nervously sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting to see the outcome. The tall, player from the other team, with sweaty hair matted to her forehead shoots the ball, and it clangs off of the rim into Brooke's awaiting hands. With lightening speed the orange ball hits Ally's open hands before finally landing in mine. I pound the bright ball up the floor and towards the waiting basket. Planting my right foot I push off the ground for a layup. As my body connects with the opposing player, knee to knee, I hear the high-pitched sound of the referee's whistle. With a sickening

My stomach twisted at the thought of losing when we pulled into the McDougal High School’s parking lot. I ran into the building where our coach taught us the new positions until it was time to play. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. I jumped up with my feet dangling off the ground and slapped the ball out of its orbit and ran down the court. I could feel my heart beating, I lurched to a screaming halt at the three point line and pushed the ball towards the basket. I shut my eyes hoping it would make it. I heard the ball drop to the ground and the crowd that was erupting with cheers, I opened my eyes and saw my teammates smiling. “That’s a girl!” my coach hollered as I ran towards the sideline and sat down on the bench. We ended up winning by 2 points after two overtime periods.

“Girls, I want you to run this new play,” He demanded, while he got down on one knee and began to scribble something foreign on his clipboard. My head was spinning, I was exhausted, irritated, and distracted. We huddled, then sprinted back out to the court. We continued to fumble the ball around and attempt to block the layups the other team was scoring. The buzzer boomed and echoed across the lifeless gym. We jogged over to the bench, yet Coach Foley had no words.

I woke up to my mom entering my room screaming, “ ITS GAME DAY!” Instead of waking up to my usual routine, sluggish and begging for more sleep, today was completely different. It was a beautiful and sunny Saturday in December. I still was in shock my school finally made it to the championship game. It felt like a dream as if my mother never woke me up by her yelling. I knew this was a huge game and something I would remember forever. Considering the high circumstances of this game I knew I had to be one hundred percent ready to play my best. My head coach, Coach Sphire wanted all of us players to report to the film room by noon that day. As time past by my team I had discussed many offensive and defensive plays, watched film, and prepared ourselves

High volumes of laugher and cheering filled the court as the crowd stands up working wild. The audience got up to start chanting for their favorite teams. The beginning of the game the referees treads towards the center of the court, blows his whistle alerting the teams for the tip off. The opposing team starting the game off with a mega alley-oop scoring the first two points of the game. Going up! I always had my teachers, parents and even close friends of mine always concerned or asking me this million-dollar question. Kristoff, what you want to be in life? What motivates you? The same two questions constantly on repeat in the back of my head.

8:00 A.M at a basketball tournament in Chatham, Illinois. Playing with the grade level above me, as an 8 year old, I was scared to death. It was an honor to be asked to play with the older girls, although I didn’t realize this at the time. As I arrived to the tournament, I was nervous. I got into the game for the first time,

The mixture of dread and excitement come as I walk onto the court. It’s eight in the morning and as I look around, everyone has a tired look on their face. The parents all have coffee and look half asleep. On the other hand, the coach is pumped up. I slip my shoes on not really noticing what I’m doing. Our first game on a new team. We are expecting a team we have played team before but when they walk in, we get a real shock.

Everyone runs in order to join the linemen as we get ready to go on the field and to get our pregame talk and speech. Everyone starts to put their shoulder pads on and take the helmets of the hooks from their lockers. The locker room is still as the coaches’ talk about the game and strategize in coaches’ office, the only thing moving or making sound is the sound system as it plays some pump up music. Everyone is getting pumped and in the mood, with feet tapping and legs moving up and down. The coach walks out the coaches’ office with the other coaches flowing out behind him. Everyone’s head rises up, and eyes lock on to coach as he starts to

As the referee blew the whistle, it was game time! My teammate were on her tip toes already in motion to jump, she jumped and smacked the ball before the other opponent could even get a chance to jump! The ball came my way and I dribbled the ball three times, crossed doubled between my legs two times, I lingered up, did the Lebron James basketball shake before I took my shot and put up

Next thing I know, it’s half time and we’re down by 10. We walk into the locker room and sit, waiting to hear about how much we suck and about how we didn’t practice hard enough. To my surprise, coach didn’t say anything. He came in and looked at me and one of the other girls. “Captains.” We stand up. “Okay guys. I don’t need to tell you what we’re doing wrong. Focusing on the negative will get us nowhere. Focus on what we can do right, and use that.” We all huddle together and put our fists in. “Team on three. One… two… three, team!”

It is a cold night in February, tonight is our first practice of the season. We are all sitting in the bleachers eagerly waiting for practice to start. Coach Dirkx walks over to us, a hush falls over us. He starts talking,

When I lace up my shoes and step foot onto the court -- all of life’s problems and struggles just vanish, never coming to mind while playing on the hardwood. Nothing can stop me; because I am in my territory, my sanctuary. The game and the court; they are my canvas, and I am Picasso, the game is an art and every time I step into the gym are efforts to create a masterpiece. I feel as if I am in complete control, like a maestro conducting his symphony and everything I do is nothing but sweet music with the perfect melody and flow. Every move I make, every decision I make, every shot I take is vital to the performance of my team -- with nothing less than a hundred percent effort in mind. I feel as free as bird, soaring through the open air, flying for the first time in the clouds, free. The game and the sound of the ball dribbling take away all the negativity I may be experiencing and immediately replace it with optimism, leaving me in a state of complete serenity. Whenever I feel down I just pick up a ball and head to the gym and my attitude is shifted to a sense of relief and joy. Having the blessed opportunity to play basketball has truly impacted the individual who I am