Descriptive Essay On Basketball

As the clock ticks down, everybody starts to hang their heads. The score is now thirty to twenty-seven and we know we are about to lose. Although basketball has many lows, it is a part of who I am. Everybody has a hobby that they love that makes them feel like they can escape from reality and be free. For some people this might be a fun activity that they really love doing. This for me happens to be basketball and I have happened to fallen in love with this sport. Every Friday night as I lace my shoes up knowing I have forty-eight minutes to play with my best friends, my heart fills with never ending joy. This is the time that I hold a twenty-two ounce ball in my palms, and put all my worries and problems in the world away. This is the time

I was only in first grade when I picked up a basketball for the first time. I had observed my father, my brother, and my cousins all play it before me. Little did I know that the sport would lead me to new opportunities, incredible friends, and numerous championships.

My entire life, I have lived and breathed basketball. When I was only three days old, I was being passed around in the stands of a basketball game while my parents coached my older sister. In first grade, I was begging my parents to let me play. I couldn’t, however, because in my town kids don’t start playing basketball until the third grade. They let me join an Upward basketball league that was near my area, but Upward wasn’t competitive enough for me. So the next year, I went a couple towns over to join their city league so I could play. From then on, basketball was my passion.

Attention Getter: “I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a Baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her.” That timeless phrase coined by Ski-Lo in the early nineties, resonates with so many of us because all of those goals are things that people relate to being successful. And while I can’t help you with the first and the last respectively, becoming a “Basket-baller” is quite feasible, with a little hard work.

Basketball is a favorite sport to many Americans. It is a sport that takes strength, determination, hand-eye coordination and many other challenging aspects. All of this skill is used to do one thing, put the ball in the hoop. The ball itself is surprisingly very complex and takes a while to be comfortable with it.

After I'm on the court and I see and hear all those things I get these feelings that I feel no where else. As I'm working hard and improving on my skills all I feel is adrenaline rushing through me. I feel the need to improve my game and I need to give it my all every second I'm on the court. I can just feel my heart beating 100 miles per hour. When I am on the court have this feeling that surrounds me and makes me feel like I am meant to be here. Every time I am huddled around my team I feel the "family" part of basketball. The stuff I feel gives me the urge to improve my game.

Even though it was a struggle for me to even go to practice everyday, I still pushed through and I made the best of every single situation. When game day came, and it was time to play, all I could think about was the feeling I would get when the ball hit my hand. Many people don’t understand what it feels like. It feels like you found a missing puzzle from your life, which you didn't even know was missing. It’s like every worry you ever had, big or small, is gone. For that split second that the ball touches your hand, nothing else matters. It’s just you, the ball, and the court.

In the game of basketball there are two items that are required to play, a ball and a hoop. In the poems "Slam, Dunk and Hook" by Yusef Komunyakaa and "Fast Break" by Edward Hirsch, the authors describe the sport of basketball in their own views. Depending on where you are, people view basketball differently. Basketball may be a mans best friend. The court may be a home for some. In these poems, the authors view the game of basketball entirely different. The correspondence amidst a player and the game of basketball is key in these poems, for it may be distinct depending one where you live and how you view the game.

The cool thing about humans, is no two are exactly the same, every one is different in their own way. We’re all defined in unique ways, some by their jobs, some by their livelihood, or interests such as basketball. This is one of my favorite things to do in life, there's just nothing better than setting foot on that court. When basketball season starts to roll around, memories from past years come flooding in. Being able to smell the freshly popped popcorn all throughout the gym. Looking up at the crowd and seeing everyone in the stands cheering us on, arguing with refs about a call, or not really paying attention to the game at all. The feeling I get when I’m on the court is second to nothing. This is where I go when I need need to just get away and think.

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

When I was younger, I wanted to be one of the most extraordinary basketball players in the world. An example of my ambitiousness was revealed one day when I was twelve years old. I was shooting hoops at my house one day and I was getting frustrated. My mother taught me three things to get over my frustration. She told me: don’t overdo things, the pros mess up too, and basketball isn’t the most important thing.

I remember the first time i made the game winning shot during a basketball game. I remember as a kid, in the front yard by myself, “3...2...1...Swish,” the net sounding like a big rip in your clothes. Then I whisper out loud, “and the crowd goes WILD! Aaaaaaah!” Even in the front yard by myself, making that buzzer beater felt like i was on top of the world. Sometimes my dad would come outside and play with me. He’d always say, “you know, soon enough that shot will actually count in a real game if you keep practicing hard like that.” But i never really paid much attention to him when he said that.

“Basketball is my favorite sport, I like the way they dribble up and down the court” – Kurtis Blow. My love for basketball started when I was very young, fifth grade to be exact. Growing up I always wanted to try out for my school’s basketball team. When I was young I use to always hear stories about my mom playing basketball throughout junior high and high school. Some of which made me want to play and do something that she loved to do. I eventually started loving the sport as much or even more than she did. This story goes way back to the fifth grade when I first tried out for the basketball team at my elementary school.

Basketball seems to get into your blood. It is said by those who play, "You eat, you sleep and you play basketball." When I was a little girl all I wanted to be was a professional basketball player. I couldn't count how many times I pounded that dumb ball in our driveway until it was too dark to see, then I would play for hours more by the porch light. Now I realize that was only childish insanity. Back then they didn’t even have a girls’ profession basketball league in the states. However, that didn't stop me from walking away empty handed. One thing I learned was how to prepare oneself for life. Well, at least, how to prepare oneself for a game.