Descriptive Essay About Basketball

There are many , many people that play basketball. Me, being one. Some of them may not be too skillled yet. And others may be very skilled like people in the NBA or the WMBA. Basketball is one of my favorite sports and I’m so happy I was able to learn it myself. I hope you get the chance to someday.

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

I feel the second I step onto the hardwood I immediately am filled with a sense of never ending joy, as if it was my first time setting foot in the gym and picking up a basketball, holding it in my hands as if I had the world placed in my palms. 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. I have that thought I can do no wrong, because every move I make, every decision I make, every shot I take is the right thing to do. When I lace up my shoes and step between the lines something great, something astonishing is released within me. Nothing can stop me. Not the referees, not the opposing fans and certainly not the opposing players. Why? Because I am in my territory, my sanctuary. The game and the court, they are my canvas, and I am Picasso, the

Growing up, the only thing I looked forward to was playing sports throughout high school. I played basketball, volleyball, and softball in the rec league. It was my favorite thing to do, I loved being active. I was on a traveling basketball team in 5th-6th grade which was a transition from leaving rec sports to traveling with my friends. This is when competing against competitive teams from different towns started.

It was a cool dry summer night at the park. I was playing basketball listening to the echo of the ball bounce on the court, I cross over to the left, step back, and watch the ball soar threw the air as it swishes threw the net. This is my stress reliever. Basketball is something that I've learned outside of school, its taught me many important life skills. Such as a great work ethic which helps me in practices and translates to my school work. This game has helped me overcome a lot of challenges, from being short in a tall sport, to real life struggles. Also, basketball is a sport that’s taught me sportsmanship, and how to win and lose, which lead to respect. Another thing basketball has taught me is to follow my responsibilities, such as remembering my gear, and doing my homework to obtain good grades.

Growing up, all I looked forward to was playing sports all the way throughout high school. I played basketball, volleyball, and softball in the rec league. It was my favorite thing to do, I loved being active. I was on a traveling basketball team in 5th-6th grade which was a transition from leaving rec sports to traveling with my friends, and competing against competitive teams from different towns.

iThe school day was over and the kids were rushing through the doors and overflowing the hallways. “Today is the day to try out for the middle school basketball team!” I thought.

“Pop”! I collapse on the cold hard floor as immediate pain rushes to my left knee. All I manage to utter are groans as my friend asks if I’m okay and tries to lift me off the ground. I limp off in his arms as I’m assisted to the nearest bus stop. Once I’m off the bus I observe that I’m limping badly and my knee is swollen to the size of an orange. A little voice in my head told me this wasn’t the common mishap that happens during basketball. It told me I wasn’t going to be able to slap on an ice pack and be okay the following day. However, I temporarily disregarded this voice, and, being the optimistic person that I am, hoped for the best. I figured I would be back to normal within weeks. This wasn’t the case. My mother eventually decided

Basketball has played a big role in my life thus far. The game of basketball to me means everything that I want to have for my city and for myself. I have a dream of holding up a state championship trophy for my team and for myself. I have put countless numbers of hours into what it would be like for this dream to become a reality. Next year will be my final year of high school basketball. Texas district realignment moved this super small 4A team to an extremely large 3A school. The chance of winning the state championship in 3A is much better than we could have if we had stayed in 4A. I continue to dream about that day that will hopefully happen in the next year of my life.

I clutch the right side of my stomach where the butterflies are relentless. My finger tips drag along the cold brick wall occupied by vibrant posters advertising bake sales and dances. Past the pool, the strong stench of chlorine stings my watery eyes. As we approach the gym, the thumping of basketballs on the floor sends a chill down my spine. At the end of the hallway, a smiling blonde lady sits with her arms crossed at a wooden table. The pressure to be perfect floods my mind.

I would come here at all times. If I was mad at my family, bored, or had just watched Lebron James highlight mix tapes for the past hour, I would get whatever ball I had at the time, at most times worn down to a fuzzy or sandpapered surface and would migrate toward the alley. Leaving the real world behind, I unlatched the gate and stepped out of my boredom and stress and onto the rough, gray, paved runway for my enjoyment. My fascination of basketball started somewhere not far from there.

As my alarm clock startled me from sweet dreams, I grinned realizing game day had come upon us. I leapt out of bed in excitement as I skipped to the bathroom. I filled the bathroom with “Today’s Hits” on Pandora, sprang in the shower, and danced while scrubbing my hair. After showering, I brushed my teeth, gave the mirror a cheesy smile, and headed to my room. I slipped into my Crestwood Girls Basketball long sleeve and a pair of jeans. I combed through my hair and decided to let it air dry. I gulped down my breakfast in three bites, grabbed my book bag, and zoomed out the door. After an exhilarating start to the day, I anticipated tonight’s basketball game would bring more delight to that wonderful day.

“You ready to get whooped on, lil dude?” These words forever spew from the mouth of my biggest rival, my dad. Whether it’s in 2k or a spelling bee, the man is a massive competitor ‘til the end. He’d challenge a cheetah to a foot race and a shark to a swimming race in the same day, with every bit of confidence in himself. I’m the cheetah and the shark when it comes to basketball, as he taught me to be. Like my dad, I target my opponent's every weakness, making every possible attempt to defeat them mentally, use any and everything to my advantage, and I show no mercy, in order to dissuade them from ever thinking to oppose me again. I planned to use these strategies on the day I needed them most, The Annual Dixon Family Basketball Tournament, held at the Owen’s Rec Center every year. At my first tournament, I realized where my dad got that killer mentality from. Years later, when I was ready to participate for the first time, I knew it was going down, and there was definitely going to be tears by the end of the night.

On a hot summer day, an orange ball glowed in my hands. The environment was quiet, and the smell of burgers wafted in the air. As I planted my feet, the ball left the sweaty palm of my hands. The basketball cut swiftly through the air into the white net. Swish! The sound of the basket brought a surge of momentum to me like an engine roaring with such power. The sound of the basket not only made me happy it was the start of my self-discovery to be a basketball player.

Basketball is one of the most popular and beloved sports that is played today. Michael Jordan who played for the Washington Wizards and the Chicago Bulls once said, “Just play, have fun, and enjoy the game.” (cite here) Whether playing with friends for fun or by professionals for entertainment or simply watching from home, basketball is a sport that is enjoyed all over the world. Beginning with an unique history, basketball has evolved over time from a simple idea into a professional career choice for those with the unique skillset.