Descriptive Essay On Basketball Team

Soon as I got off the bus, I rushed into my house, threw my book bag and jacket off onto the floor and ran to my room to get dressed for my game. When I finished getting dressed, my teammates and I went over to my friend Josiah’s house and hung out for a little before the game. We went out to eat, played, joked and even played a little pick-up game on his hoop in front of his house. As we left to go to the game, inside the van I started to get more excited and more nervous. I plug in my headphones to block out the noise and to get hyped up for the game that we would be playing in just one more hour. When we arrive at Boo Williams Sport Complex, where we were going to be playing at, I saw a variety of teams playing and there were so many different basketball courts.Watching how good these teams were made me think about how good the teams we were going to be playing. After I got to thinking about it, I was extremely nervous to the point where I thought I was going to throw up. The gym smelled like a bunch of basketballs and sweat, it smelled very bad. As we walk to our court to warm up I finally get to see the team that we were playing, at first sight they didn’t look too good. After warming up, my coach calls the starting lineup and calls my name for it. At tip-off I got more and more confident the more I touched the ball. Only about three minutes in I shoot my first three pointer and it goes in. As the game comes to the end my coach names me the MVP and I finished the game with nine points and no turnovers, we beat the opposing team 37 to 21. Our jovial game ended as a big

The day was October 8th, 2014. I hardly played. One school day, my 5th teacher, Ms. Smit said, “flyers for the basketball team on the table” ordinarily I took one. Kids from 4th, 5th, and 6th grade came to try out for the team. After tryouts, a paper next to the nurse's office was hung up. The paper sheet named those who had made the team. Surprisingly, I made the team, most likely from my height. I felt like I shouldn’t have made the team. At the time, I barely started to play basketball. I went to the practices at school and tried to make myself a little bit better, since a tournament was about to begin in a few weeks.

It just seems like it would be natural for me to begin playing organized basketball at an early age, but I did not other than the rough and tumble playground ball at recess. I began to yearn to play on a real team, and soon I would have my chance. It was the summer before the sixth grade, and I managed to talk my father into purchasing me a basketball and my mother into purchasing the rim. We put the rim up onto the shed and I began practicing.

“Yes, it’s your turn and it really needs it. I asked you to do it this morning.”

“Will you please control yourself.” He made it clear with his tone that it wasn’t a request. “You are acting like a child.”

Fortunately, I had the support of my encouraging and caring parents to help me become more assured and secure of myself. Even though, I was going through a hard time, the motivation from my parents to persevere on made decipher whether or not I would continue playing basketball. After not making the basketball team, I felt distraught, and no longer longed to play basketball.

While I was getting ready for bed, I received an email asking if I would be interested in playing for an Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) team called the South Dakota, North Stars based out of Brookings, South Dakota. At first I was thrilled, but after I started to think about it, I did not understand what they were asking me; I did not think that I was skilled enough to play for an organized sports team, especially one from Brookings. So, I did not tell anyone about the email because I was afraid that I would not be accomplished enough to play on the team. But, eventually I told my parents about the email and a while later, they talked to the team founders and coaches about my being on the basketball team. The only problem was, if I was to play for the South Dakota, North Stars my sister, Camryn, would have to join the team, too. However, my sister did not care to join the team, but she realized how important it was to me, knew my goals and how much basketball means to me. So, she agreed to join the

"But I meant what I said." He took my free hand. "I've been wanting to do this for a while but I wasn't sure if you wanted to do it or not."

Between us, my emotions were fluctuating from excitement to anxiety while reading my daughter’s text, “Hey Mom! I made the basketball team”. Why? Within the depths of my soul, I instinctively knew that we were entering challenging territory. After the fifth practice, she comes through my door announcing that her coach and teammates hate her. Although Reagan’s lips were moving the only thing I heard was my inner voice exclaiming;

“Well, this just truly leaves a bad taste in my mouth”, I mumbled, “Who knew decisions this easy could be this hard?”

“…I don’t want you to do it if you don’t want to. I’m perfectly willing to go through with it if it

“I needed a mother, not a punching bag! I lost my childhood because you couldn’t walk away from him, so the minute I found out I got a full ride to college, I never looked back. Basketball is the only thing that has protected me! I was scared that one day I would find my mom dead and I rather find out with a phone call than finding you myself!” I say now in tears.

“You know,” he whispered against your ear as you tried to pull away. “If you didn’t actually want to do this, you probably shouldn’t have tried to seduce me.”

Growing up having a big brother who played basketball, was a blessing. I wanted to follow in his shoes. He was 6 years older than me, but he would play with me when I was old enough to walk. Then when I turned 4 years old my mom and dad enrolled me in basketball through the YMCA. I was always felt liked I picked up on things fast and it made me want to learn more. My mom and dad both wanted me to try other sports to see if basketball wasn’t going be the only sport of I love. So, I tried football, but I told my mom I didn’t like it. I finished the season out because my mom had paid for me to do it, and she wasn’t going to waste her money. She also didn’t want

One rainy night in November, I arrived to the church gym for my first basketball practice of the season. As I walked in the doors creaked and you could smell the gym floor. As I already heard the basketballs hitting the ground, bouncing up and down. My friends Brittany and Destiny walked in right behind me through the door. That was when we realized we were the only girls surrounded by all guys. As practice came to a start we began to run, it felt like we were never going to stop. Up and down the court as we ran suicides, you could hear the squeaking of shoes as we went from the next line back and then on to the next. Before we started scrimmaging, the two captains were boys. Brittany, Destiny, and I stood in amazement as we were the last three standing there. You could see by their expressions they didn’t want any of us on either team.