The clock started ticking down as the ball was passed in bounds. Five seconds never seemed so long. We were losing by two points, and the whole team knew the game plan. The ball was swung around the perimeter, from sideline to sideline, until it landed in my hands. The clock read 2.5 seconds, there was only enough time for one last shot. Little did i know, that one shot, would change my life, and basketball career forever. With my feet behind the three point line, I jumped into my shot form. As I felt the ball roll off my fingertips and into the air, i knew it was going in. As I began to descend back to the ground, admiring my shot the whole way down, my knee buckled forward and gave out. I felt every muscle fiber in my knee begin to stretch and snap like a bungee cord under too much tension. The burn of muscles tearing and ripping as I fall straight to the floor. Holding my knee, through all the comotion, I heard the snap of the net, the shot was good, and we had won the game. After all the excitement died down between teammates, attention was directed towards me as i lay there in agony. The burning sensation shooting through my whole leg was hotter than any fire. My leg, helpless and limp, seemed lifeless as it rested on the hardwood. The coaches from both teams rushed over to do what they could to tend to me as I lay on the cold, hard, floor that had already began to clear. I was down for what felt like forever, but in reality was only about 10 minutes. The
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My stomach twisted at the thought of losing when we pulled into the McDougal High School’s parking lot. I ran into the building where our coach taught us the new positions until it was time to play. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. I jumped up with my feet dangling off the ground and slapped the ball out of its orbit and ran down the court. I could feel my heart beating, I lurched to a screaming halt at the three point line and pushed the ball towards the basket. I shut my eyes hoping it would make it. I heard the ball drop to the ground and the crowd that was erupting with cheers, I opened my eyes and saw my teammates smiling. “That’s a girl!” my coach hollered as I ran towards the sideline and sat down on the bench. We ended up winning by 2 points after two overtime periods.
The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.
That day still feels like it was yesterday, that day was one of the greats, we were playing the undefeated team for the championship. Boy wasn't I excited, the park gym was packed to me it felt as if I was playing at Staples Center. Before tipoff I had all these thoughts and doubts running through my mind cause everybody in that gym was rooting for the other team. This game was close as we both fought for the title, there were many lead changes in the game who knew who was gonna come out on top. Clutch time, fourth quarter ten seconds left, tied game, the crowd is going wild as it felt like the building was about to collapse. My coach calls a timeout as I run towards the huddle I glance at the score tie game with ten seconds left we have a chance to prove everyone wrong. This was it, this is what he feels, this is why we practice, I knew I had to make this shot. As we set up in our positions that our coach had scribbled on his clipboard, the referee hands in the ball and we begin to run the play, as i struggle to get open I knew the clock was ticking I had no time to waste as soon as I catch that ball. Finally
The score was sixty-six to sixty-seven, West Point beating Oak Hill with two seconds left in the game. I snatched the ball from the guard with the time ticking down. The clock ticked to .5 seconds left. I unloaded the ball from half court. The ball sailed in mid air spiraling around with tons of backspin. My shot was a miracle on hardwood! It splashed like a soft rain drop trickling on concrete. My team went bananas, jumping around as if they were fish looking for water. It took me awhile to comprehend the shot, but figured out the feat I accomplished when I got off my crippled, bruised up knees. I just won the first Oak Hill basketball National Championship in fifteen years on a half court heave.
They passed the ball with 0 seconds left. We won, my teammates jumped on me with joy. We shook there hands and said, “good game”. We only beat them by 5 points. My dad gave me a hug and said, “good game” to me. I felt like I could do anything in the world . I felt unstoppable. I ran to the bleachers screaming like a
We swung the ball around the perimeter, and it came back to me. Eight seconds left I need to hit the shot. I took two dribbles left, and then my man came up to guard me, I gave him a crossover, and he was well off balanced. I basically fell, and I drove baseline, the clock was at two seconds. I saw a big man stepping up to contest my shot, I knew I had to be creative. I saw him ready to jump so I did a floater. I floated the ball high enough, so that it just went over his fingertips. The ball went off the rim, bounced twice, and went in. The buzzer sounded and we had won the game. I could feel the adrenaline and emotion from me and my team. I could see the blood, sweat, and tears from my team and the BC Bolts left on the court. What a moment, what a time, what a performance, what a
Basketball is one of the greatest and most sort after sports in the world. The fast-paced, up–tempo aspect of the game shift the players often like the values in the stock market. The game requires speed, quick thinking, agility, endurance and swift reaction towards the opponent. Since it is a popular sport, the love of the game led to the architecture of the American Airlines Arena. The Arena is home to an iconic basketball team by the name of Miami Heat. Whenever I travel to Miami, Florida, I always make it a point of attending a game. Upon entering the American Airlines Arena, the atmosphere is entirely in full anticipation of the season`s profound play.
I laced up my shoes as tight as a business man's wallet. I stepped on the court the hardwood feeling like clouds under my feet. I was getting ready to make the jump not a doubt in my mind that I couldn't do it. And then I took off like a bullet coming out of a gun.
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.
The wistle blew and I stepped up to the free throw line loking at the players jostling, beads of sweat glistening on their necks like raindrops. Inhaling, I rose up and took the shot, tetering on the rim, it fell off. Screaming, I called for the ball and shot, arcing and missing by a lot. Wellpinit got the ball and ran up the court and got a nice jumper in before we could
Following the second shot, my teammates became ecstatic, and the gym thundered from all the high fives and slaps coming my way. We all had a little extra pep in our step going down the court. I then heard my father screaming proudly from the stands, “Atta boy, Number Thirty-Four!” The whole team laughed and shook my head as I ran down the court, readying myself for what he had to say about the
Playing against the Buffalo Bison we the freshman Warriors had not played well. Throughout the game shots had not dropped for us and we struggled in a close game. None the less, we continued to play physical on both ends of the court. Fouls were called in bunches on both ends of the court, on both us and the Bison. The difference in us the Warriors and the Bison was that was shot free throws exceptionally well compared to the Bison. In the end, the game ended with us the Warriors only have three players on the court, while the Bison had five players left. Even down players we had gained a lead where there was no way we could lose. During this game i shot twelve free throws and only missed one, i shot at over ninety percent helping lead our team to a victory. This is when i realized how important free throws are to a game of basketball. The amount of free throws you shot and make is important to any team looking for a win against any opponent.
It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon and we were setup to play against Moody Middle School for our final game. Our game was scheduled for 7 o’clock, but we got there at 5 to practice and to mentally prepare ourselves. I was eating some skittles and drinking Gatorade before our final game was going to start. In the tip-off, my friend Kailey was jumping to get the tip-off against a freakishly tall girl. When we first walked into the gym and saw her we were all stunned. They both jumped up and Kailey won the tip, I dribble up the court, passed it to my teammate Lyric, she goes up for the layup, and makes it for our first points of the game. On the next possession, Lyric has the ball, she passes it to me in the corner, I shoot for the three, I make it, and then the crowd goes wild.
I begin to worry as I stand at the free throw line. Everyone is watching. My palms begin to sweat profusely. What will people think if I miss? I do not want to let down my teammates. The game is on the line. I have to make the shot. Breath. I take a breath, then slowly exhale. Be confident. I hold the ball between my shaking hands, and tell myself I can do it. Upon releasing the ball, the fans fall silent. Looking up at the basket, I see the basketball soaring closer to the hoop. Please go in. Everything seems to be in slow motion and then finally I hear, Swoosh! I did it.
I can recall this day unquestionably. It was a 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.