Descriptive Essay About Basketball

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

What do you think when you hear volleyball; serve, bit, pass, net and ball. It's so much more than that it's aggression, passion, oomph,uphill battle, and love. At first I thought volleyball was just for fun, but then one day that all changed. "Hurry up and make sure that you have everything you need," my mom shouted. "Okay, I'll be out in a minute," I replied. I promptly jammed my shoes into my bag, zipped it and rushed out my bedroom and down to the front door. My mom rushed in and said, "Let's go." We seemed to accelerate down the road. As we approached the gymnasium the car and dashed into the building. Legion points into the game everyone started to glance around frantically

As I walked onto the field, I noticed how tall the other girls were. I set my right foot on the white line of the circle with the left foot behind. I looked up to check the footing of my opponent, #19. The players were set up as the ref with the long blonde hair made her way over to the center.

Referring to the dictionary, basketball is a game played between two teams of five players in which goals are scored by throwing a ball through a ring. Additionally, the Americans have their own immense national league called the NBA which stands for National Basketball Association. NBA is a men's professional basketball league. In fact, it is widely rated to be the most prestigious men's professional basketball league in the world.

Halfway through the fifth round, Yasufumi Nekomata, who is the Coach of the Nekoma High School volleyball enters the gym with a yellow envelope. He glares at his team who were producing a lot of sweats, encouraging, and bickering at each other efforts. A smile crosses his face.

As the kids warmed up, I felt a tiny hand tug on mine. I looked down to see Amelle, volleyball in hand. She asked, “Can we set?”, grinning as I nodded yes. She brought the ball to her forehead, extended her arms, and pushed the ball perfectly to me.

Score! “Lee County takes another point in the volleyball tournament” says the announcer. The team starts to fall apart as we lose our game towards Lee County High School home of the Lady Trojans. The score is 24-14 as we fall behind. While i’m sitting on the bench waiting to sub in with my other teammate I began to feel nervous. What if I mess up the game for everyone. “7 for 40 you may go.” says the Ref. I start to play with my hands which is a sign of me getting nervous about something. All the players in Lee County are very serious and aggressive, which is a good thing just not to the extent they are. The whistle begins to blow for the girl on the other team to serve the ball. Right when she hits the ball I noticed the ball was heading straight towards me “Mine mine mine!” I said. My arms extended out into the playing position and I passed the ball to Nicky which is our setter. The setter on the team has a hard position because they constantly hear us call for the setter to set us a ball to hit and they have to be able to get to the ball to receive a second hit. Unfortunately Lee County got the winning point to this game but the next time we play them we will have the winning point.

After driving for what seemed an eternity, we finally arrived to our tournament. I was the second person from my team there, my coach and his daughter, Liv, beat me there. The field was beautiful: the perfect dirt; the fresh, chalk lines; the clean, bright white bases. I was ready to play. It was around 8 at night, so we were playing under the

It was Tuesday, also Kylee’s first volleyball game. Kylee has been practicing like crazy and thinks she is ready for her game. The game is at 4:30 and Kylee gets out of school at 3:00; therefore, she has a hour and a half to prepare for her game.

They were through the halfway point of the season with the best record in the league, but that didn’t let Gregory allow himself to relax one bit. He pushed further and further, wanting not only to continue winning, but for the winning margin to increase. Being a veteran on the hockey team, he understood how teams can collapse or come together during the second half of the season, and he wasn’t going to let his teammates relax with the first half of the season performance. He held workouts for his team in the early morning before dawn, a routine he used to only hold himself accountable for before this season.

Since my freshman year, volleyball has become not only a sport but a passion. My immediate love for this sport resulted in a transition from an amateur beginner to team captain of the JV team and ultimately to team captain of the Varsity team. As captain, I lead the girls and regularly assist the coach by directing practices and drills that will perfect skills and promote outstanding performance. At a recent regional holiday invitational tournament, our team received an award for our exceptional performance. I consistently remind teammates that volleyball is a mental game as much as it is a physical game, helping each player to develop the mental stamina that is necessary for victory. Demonstrating outstanding plays on the court, I always attempt

It was my final high 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.

There was 13 minutes left we were apprehensive, pushing the ball up keeping the pressure up. Keira dribbled up, passing it to Olivia, to Sydney, then to me. I took aim, and fried it as hard as I could towards the net. It looked like it would repeat and go over. At the last second it curved down, into the net.

My technique was refined and I was prepared for sectionals. I felt like I was the best I had ever been. I was sure that I was going to place into the top three at sectionals and move onto the State tournament. The morning came of Sectionals and I had to wake up very early; the tournament was being held at Mineral Point High School. When I finally rolled out of bed I was groggy and tired, not fully processed what was in store for that day. After getting all my stuff together I headed to the school. Upon entering the doors of my high school, the atmosphere just felt different. Entering the locker room it was quiet, I figured it was just because the coach and I were the only ones in there. I was wrong, after everyone showed up not a single person with a smile on their face, not because they weren't happy, because they knew that joking and laughing would get them no where today, that if they wanted to move on, they needed to be serious.

“So jv in the back and varsity in the front and when we get there var go start warm ups.”2 hours go pass and we finally reach the school we play at.We head to the gym to start warm ups.