Descriptive Essay On Basketball

Basketball was a new experience to me a few years ago, but i never realized I was going to love it. When I was younger, I’ve always wanted to play the sport of basketball, and I got my opportunity to play when I was in fifth grade at Monte Vista Elementary.

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

Fifteen years were spent with nothing but rubber and concrete as I would practice in my front yard with a nine foot hoop. This never fully prepared me for the actual sport. I never focused on any other attributes to the sport of basketball except for shooting. Not to mention it was only with my right hand. I have wanted to play on a team since seventh grade, but injuries limited my ability to do so, including a broken leg and a sprained knee. Therefore, I had to wait until my freshman year to participate. By the time freshman year had came, I was still oblivious to everything I did not know.

Basketball is not just a sport, to me it is a lifestyle; there is something about shooting the orange sphere through the net and hearing that “swoosh” sound that can force any problem to instantly go away. Nothing can compare to the satisfaction that is felt when stepping onto the court or feeling the padded outer-layer of the ball clash with the tips of my fingers after bouncing up from the ground. The court is a second home to me. I have been playing basketball since I was eight years old. It seemed to come as second nature. Once I reached middle school, I competed for a spot on the seventh grade girls basketball team and earned myself a spot. Those girls meant everything to me. I can recall practices when we got off task and goofed around for a bit, but we always got back to work.

Basketball is all I have ever known. I started playing when I was about 3 years old. At the time, I was living in a big house in the suburbs of Vallejo with a large backyard as well. My father had acquired and assembled one of the little Fisher Price baby basketball hoops in the backyard for me; it even came with a baby ball! For the duration of all of my summer, I was in the backyard, playing with the basketball, pretending I was as marvelous as a professional player like Michael Jordan. I spent so much time outside practicing, I’m surprised I didn’t get sick of it. Eventually, as time carried on, I outgrew the baby hoop. When I became of age, I started using the regular sized hoop my father had in the backyard. And I fell into the same routine

I have played sports my whole life. I specifically like basketball though. When I was in 8th grade, I tried out for a basketball team. I ended up not making the team, this woke me up. I realized if I wanted to play competitive basketball for a long time, I knew I had to get down to business because high school was just around the corner. I signed up for several camps, and worked really hard on my game the whole summer and before the tryout. Then tryout came around, and I was so nervous. On the 2nd tryout day, I was chasing someone down the court. When he went up I ended up blocking it, and while I was in the air, he tried to kick me. He missed and got under my foot. My foot opened up, and I had a sprained foot. I was so mad, I didn’t want

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

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.

As I gazed at the neon illuminating from the scoreboard, I felt mentally drained, overworked by the effort poured into this game. With every step I took towards the dented, bench the gymnasium only shrunk in size, making me feel restricted and even more short of breath. I felt out place, as if I was lost in my own backyard. The smell of popcorn from the stands diminished, the shrill from the sneakers gliding on the polished hardwood weakened and the tension from the crowd grew with time dwindling and the gap increasing. I was zoned out to the atmosphere, as if I was trapped in bubble of arguing thoughts. ‘Isaiah! Isaiah focus!’ Coach blew into his whistle incessantly. Looking more stunned then ever I struggled to snap back into reality. ‘Yeah coach I’m

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.

I awoke on Friday morning to the smell of crispy bacon and hot eggs, my usual pre-tournament breakfast. I bolted out of bed to get to the kitchen. I devoured that pretty quickly, then headed to get ready for the weekend. I had already packed the night before: 2 uniforms, my swimsuit, pajamas, my bathroom bag, nice clothes for when we go out to eat as a team, and most importantly, my softball bag. I bolted out to the car as soon as I made sure I had everything ready to go. Everything was packed, and we embarked on our long journey to the Quad Cities.

My nerves were raging as I thought, “Is everything going to be okay? Will I be able to play another game of my senior year?” I couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen. Images were racing through my head as I thought about my teammates having to go on to play without me. I couldn’t understand why I had to let them handle it on their own. We had played together since we were in the fourth grade, and when they needed me the most, all I could do was sit and cheer. I hated the feeling of helplessness, but at the same time, I knew I had to do all that I could do to help.

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.

I absolutely love to spend hours on top of hours throwing spherical objects into a raised hoop possessing an 18-inch diameter, only to retrieve said object, force it to the ground repeatedly, and throw it at the hoop once again. To someone dumbfounded by the idea of the previous sentence, this activity is quite bizarre and pointless, but to someone like me, it’s a lifestyle. It’s tradition. It’s second nature. Being a black, Metro Detroit child of born of two parents who were both from inner cities, one could guess that the laws of this world destined me to invest the majority of my young life into one of the world’s many sports, most likely basketball or football. Although one would be stereotyping, one would be right. For the first 17 years of my being, I lived and breathed the sport of basketball; I knew the rules of the game, I knew the rules of the court, and I knew what it takes to be a “respected” basketball player. Now that I’ve unofficially hung up my jersey and stepped away from the game (for the now at least!), I’ve had the chance to take a step back and truly contemplate the overall essence of the sport of basketball in America, more specifically friendly pick-up games. Every game, from card games to Olympic sports, have their own set of rules, but they aren’t all approached with the same underlying attitude. Why is there an overall mood of intensity and toughness during pick-up games which have such low stakes? How do players already know the procedures

It was the first home volleyball game of my sophomore year in high school. There was a bit more excitement in our school due to the fact we were playing against our rival, Garden City High School. Garden City was the team to beat in our district because they were phenomenal at all sports, especially volleyball. I was required to attend school that day and I couldn’t concentrate on any of any classes because I was thinking of the game. School slowly dragged on and finally the final bell rang, signaling school was dismissed. Immediately, I rushed to the locker room and changed into my volleyball uniform and shoes. I could already feel the nervousness and excitement racing through my body and while looking around, I could tell my teammates felt the same. Payne, my coach, a short, very enthusiastic woman gestured for everyone to come in a circle.