Descriptive Essay On My Brother

Playing the game of basketball has had its rewards. Having developed my skills, I was voted team captain six years in a row. As captain, I was able to lead my teams to the championships every year. Winning four out of those six championships, we were able to bring home a trophy every time. I remember the exact feeling I felt after winning my first high school championship. It was an indescribable feeling of awe. I ended up playing the entire game, and no exhaustion could ruin the happiness I felt that night. These achievements were very rewarding, not only at the time but also in the

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.

Stephen Curry, point guard for the Golden State Warriors, said about basketball, “What I tell people is to be the best version of yourself in anything that you do. You don’t need to live someone else’s story. It doesn’t matter where you come from – what you have, or don’t have, what you lack, what you have too much of – but all you need to have is faith in God, an undying passion for what you do, or what you choose to do in this life, and a relentless drive and the will to do whatever it takes to be successful in whatever you put your mind to.” Growing up I have always played basketball. It is like a haven for me considering whatever I am feeling, whether it is angry, somber, excited, etc. I can always play and depend on basketball. It makes me feel exceptional.

On any given sunny day, when flowers were blooming, and grass was growing, there was a game of basketball being played. I sat on my auntie’s porch watching the older teenagers and sometimes adults fearlessly tackle the game as if they were playing for the world championship or at least the national title. The only title gained was bragging rights for the rest of the day. Despite the horrible language, the twisted ankles, and sometimes busted lips, the players continued to show up daily to compete. Although I was a tad bit scrawny for my age, I desperately and eagerly wanted to join the game. I knew then I wanted to learn the sport, and it wasn’t long before I began to do so. Eventually, basketball became a passion as well as therapy for me. Every day, I dreamed of being the next Maya Moore or Skylar Diggins. Although that dream never came to be, my love of the sport continues. There are many players who agree that basketball helped them just by being on the team. Others swear that they learned to make better decisions in their lives because they played the sport as youths. Some experts even suggest that

Competing in sports will grow one’s character and teach important lessons that can only be learned by playing on a team. When playing with other

It was 11:00 AM, a brisk cold morning, on January 12, 2016. I was on my way to the basketball game I had, and I was nervous. Nothing new to me though, because I am always nervous before a sporting event, but this was a special one. This was the game that decided our season. I always talk to my dad before the game about what he wants to see me do, and he told me, “Act like a leader to your teammates so they will trust you with the ball, and even a clutch shot, also they will all have a good attitude no matter what happens”

The author has had a lifetime of experience with athletics in multiple sports as an athlete, as a coach, and now as an athletic director at a high school. As an athlete that was highly competitive, his mindset was to always work hard and do whatever it took to win. About a year after all of his college eligibility has been completed his good friend took a job at a high school in San Bernardino as a water polo coach and asked him to come out to the pool to teach his boys a few things. The author took on an assistant coaching position from that point on for the next 6 years because he loved teaching the athletes what it was to not only be a competitor but to be a competitor the right way, through hard work and respecting the game. He eventually took over the program and progressed from a coach who wanted to desperately win to a coach that wanted his kids to be successful at everything they attempted to do above all else. That mindset has spilled over into his job as an athletic administrator at a new high school.

There are many people that interest me with everything that they do with themselves, but one of the main people that interest me would be my brother. His name is Andrew, but I call him Opie. He got that nickname when he was younger in school because of the show called “The Andy Griffith”. He is 28 years old, he’s 6’1”, has short hair, wear glasses, and has dark blonde hair. He attended Ferris State University and got his degree for Business and Management. He graduated from Ferris a couple years ago. He now works at Dunham’s as the store manager for the Holton Lake Store. He interested me because he has done so much for me and I don’t know where I would be without him in my life.

When watching basketball I lose all sense of time, before I know it my eyes are drooping with tiredness and the sun has already set. The game captivates my very being, the level of skill and work needed to master the sport astonishes me as well as the amount of discipline and knowledge these players have to know what do in certain situations. It’s a challenging activity making it all the more appealing to me. As a matter fact, I’ve been influenced heavily by my brothers and peers as well, growing up around them all I ever heard them talk about was basketball. Whether it was their favorite player or the best team in the league it didn’t matter, it was always basketball. It made me very curious to know what all the fuss was about. Soon I was

On December 15 it was a cold night and I just got back from my cousin house. I felt sick that night I had a headache and my nose was really runny and I took a pill when I got in my house and I went to lay down in my room and about 10:30 pm we all went to bed and my sister woke up my sister Gabriella and told her “ Gabriella my water just broke” and my sister woke up and whispered

I know what you are thinking and you are wrong. This isn’t a sob story in anyway. I don’t envy my brother or dislike him in any way. In fact we are very close, and we celebrate each other’s achievements and comfort each other in distressing times. I don’t often open up about this feeling of pressure, partially because I know I shouldn’t feel it. It’s like a big secret I carry around, unable to admit to them, as I know it is so ridiculous. I don’t know how to get rid of these feelings, how to offload them.

I grew up with a brother my entire life. He is definitely the main factor in who I am today. As a child, I would always enjoy playing sports alongside him and his friends. He was and still is my teammate. However, my relationship with him has not only encouraged me to engage in many sports but has taught me to not give up easily. For instance, I’ve obtained a great amount of knowledge and technique by playing certain sports. Despite the fact that I was not a talented volleyball player as a child, I was often times not

The fast-paced game of basketball has a thrilling component that mesmerizes fans from diverse ethnic backgrounds. At an early age, children start to fashion images of stardom based on a stockpile of pictures of success and fame. Also, students desire to win, and the allure of financial gain can be an incentive to excel in athletic programs on the collegiate and professional arena. Basketball is a sport that emphasizes speed, agility, exceptional jumping ability, and ingenious ball handling. To a certain extent, people from all nationalities have adopted the competition as a quasi-religion. As a consequence, the game can transcend the basketball court and grapple with life lessons.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.