Descriptive Essay On 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

Ever wonder what it takes to be a college athlete? Sure, the games and events are fun to watch but what exactly goes into preparing for these events and games? I will tell you exactly what it takes and what a college basketball player goes through because all the audience sees are the flashy views of the sport. However, we will now take a look at the sport from the other side of the ball.

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.

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

"Swish!" The pleasant sound the basketball hoop makes when you perfectly sink the ball. It was a skin-frying day in the small town of Campo. We could hear everyone else in the pool right next to the basketball courts but we would rather play some ball. "Pass it, pass it!" Aricia shouted to Jacob. Jacob ignored her and took it up to the hoop himself. "What the Heck!!" Aricia said, "Pass it sometime you ballhog." Everyone mumbled, "Ooooh" egging on the situation. This time Jacob passed it to her as fast as a bullet so she wouldn't catch it but she did and shot. "Hahahahaha" everyone laughed at her shot. Now Travez and I have the ball and we were ready to score this time. Travez passes it to me and I shoot but only to get the ball stuck in between

Basketball, B-A-S-K-E-T-B-A-L-L, 10 letters. Kobe, Michael, Curry. It might not mean anything to you but it means everything to me. How are legends born? Success, Failure. Pain. They don’t do it for the money for the glory, or the fam, they do because they love it but why do I do it. Because, I love it. And this is my story.

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.

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.

With eleven seconds left on the clock, my team rushed the ball up the court. Getting trapped in the corner, my teammate heaved the ball to where I stood at the foul line. The ball left my fingertips just as the buzzer sounded. I watched in hope as the ball slowly rotated in mid-air. The shot appeared perfect, but it wasn’t until I heard the clank of the back of the rim, that I had realized I had missed. I went home that night, having to swallow a 22-20 loss to my greatest enemies: my best friends.

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.

Music blasted so loud in the locker room I’m sure everyone outside could hear us. We danced around while getting ready for the game, changing into our uniforms, pulling up our hair, putting on our shoes, bouncing basketball and shooting against the wall. Bang, bang, bang. Coach opened the door to let us know he was coming in. Sitting down calmly we all listened to our game plan learning who their shooters were, what offense we would run and what defense we would play. After a few minutes of talking we were ready. Sprinting down the hall we not so patiently waited for the JV game to finish, constantly poking our heads in to check the time and bouncing around like little kids waiting for their turn to play with a toy. Adrenaline pushed through my veins as the clock buzzed to start our warm-up and my heart fluttered a mile a minute. Never in a million years would I trade this feeling for anything in the world. I was ready to play.

As Seth Anderson came running out of the locker room the crowd went wild, it was his senior year and he already had all the college scouts after him. He has been the starting point guard for the Bozeman Hawks since his freshman year and has averaged more points and assists throughout his career than any other player to go to Bozeman. They are 6-0 and tonight is the night they play their rivals, the Livingston Rangers. Seth and the rest of the team would have to be on there A game if they wanted to beat the Rangers, who are also 6-0. Seth was not feeling like himself as he was warming up but figured it was just his nerves and tried to ignore it. It was time for tip-off and the Hawks got the ball; right away Seth passed it to his best

Walking onto the court almost every time was definitely a mix of excitement but also terrifying. Basketball is a team sport so the amount of pressure to perform for your team was very nerve racking. Although no one can perform perfectly at all time who doesn't want to play as well as you can in every game. Although every time walking onto the court gave some type of emotion, I had never had a wave of emotion hit me like it did the first time I stepped on to Rocky's court. I was especially nervous but truly excited for the fact I was about to prove myself that I could continue my passion at the next level. I had met the team on my visit and I found out how great all of the girl were, but after I signed a new kind of anxiety set in. I was so nervous to fit in and be accepted by my new team. I was also so afraid to let the coaches down. When I got here and started practice I found out I was worried for nothing. I was accepted by my team and was not letting my performance anxiety get to me. I decided I was just going to play my game and not worry so much. I am so thankful that my worrying was for nothing and I feel like I am really going to enjoy myself here not just in basketball but also in the social aspect.

I looked at the clock. I was 45 minutes early to basketball practice, waiting at the table. The basketball was dribbling under my fingertips, at a steady 1-2-3-4 pace. Thud, thud, thud, thud. My eyes wandered back to the clock. 42 minutes early from basketball practice.