Descriptive Essay About Basketball

bright summer day, the trees looked taller and the daily breeze was magnificent. I had just woken up from a nap, when I received a text message from my basketball coach. It read, “Hey girls, let’s get together and go hoop at the rec today.” I read the message and I was amped with excitement. It had been months since I had actually played basketball with all girls. I missed it so much. I tried to stay busy to pass the time, so I begin to clean. My apartment was a mess and I knew that I would be cleaning

school game at Chino Hills with my best friend Lonzo Ball. It was the State Championship against Mater Dei. College scouts were scattered over the whole stadium! I want to impress the UCLA scout because Lonzo had committed there and i want to play basketball with my best friend. If i could get scholarship to UCLA it would be amazing. “Chardee this your time to shine let’s get out there and do what we do best.” Lonzo told me. “You’re right, you better make me look good out there with all of the NCAA

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

knowing it was my last middle school basketball game, but first championship game I felt elated and truly blessed. My knees quivered with anticipation after seeing all the bleachers filled with people. After realizing even the press and other media was in attendance I grasped the moment like a newly elected president at his inauguration. I am warming up doing basketball drills, when I began to look at the flags on the gym wall depicting the history of the basketball team. The years and dates of the

towards the gym. The referee blew the whistle signaling for the coaches to pick their starting six players for the game and finally, the game began. “Four, Four!” I yelled to my setter on the outside left and she quickly nodded her head as she was about to set the ball to me. As I started my approach, I raised my left arm and my right arm was bent at an angle besides my ear. I waited for the ball to be at a perfect height and with my right palm spread wide, I hit the ball as hard as I could muster

something in which they wish to accomplish until they are unable to do it anymore. Mine happens to be the amazing sport of basketball. Overall, basketball has been playing a key role in my life throughout my high school years: summer, fall and the intense grind of winter practices. I love it, all the way down to the chilling, dreadful ice baths. Therefore, I play hundreds of basketball games throughout my years for for west high school, for my game it’s to the the absolute best I can for my team. In all

To some people basketball is a hobby. To others it's a sport that they enjoy playing. To me, it's my life. I play ball before, during, and after school. If you can't find me, there's a pretty good chance I'm out with some friends playing a pickup game. As a sophomore in high school, I already have numerous colleges interested in me like Butler and Louisville, and it will only go up from there “TWEET”, and the game was off. Right off the jump the ball came to me. I looked up, and out of the corner

It was my first basketball game of the season. The league opener. We had gotten a fresh supply of new uniforms that were very heavy, our whole team didn’t like them. We were playing one of the best teams in the league last year, so we were expecting a fair fight. The game before ours had just ended so it was our turn to warm up, but it was their turn to warm up as well. After doing out layup and jump shot drill, we headed over to our coach who gave us a before game talk. “This team likes to run a

middle school basketball team!” I thought. It was about 3:30 and my friends and I were waiting outside the Pinnacle Charter School Event Center. Tryouts started at 5:00 and ended at 7:00. There were 2 days to try out. Jason, Aidan, Ever, and I decided to kill time and go to Subway. I was starving, so I decided to buy a sandwich. Jason was technically the leader for our tryout team. He knew we all played basketball, and we were all friends. This leads to Jason creating our tryout basketball team. All

I walked into the high school gym 15 minutes before it started. I was ready to kill it. I could already smell the fresh new volleyballs for the upcoming season. It was the last day of junior varsity volleyball tryouts. “Hi Amber!” exclaimed Taylor, the junior varsity coach. I waved, sat down, and got my shoes and kneepads on. There were many upperclassmen in the gym ready to make the team they had all made the previous year. Honestly, it was pretty intimidating being a freshman surrounded by all