Essay On My Best Game

It all began on November 3, 2015 during my first middle school basketball tournament. The grey brick walls of the gymnasium looking more like a prison than a school. The school’s “Lincoln Park Elementary School” sign had graffiti and missed a couple letters from the name. The court was terribly small, but we began by playing the superb team of Jam on It. We were blown out and I headed back up to my mom and dad in the parent filled stands. The game wasn’t even fun to play and we looked like third graders playing them. I looked up to my parents as sad as could be.

As we begin our treck to our seats we pass countless passionate fans I look to the scoreboard, the giant Budweiser neon sign, and to the enormous coke bottle and marvel at their size. Then

In 2016, more than ever, the team was committed to and had one goal of winning. One of our biggest rivals was St. John’s College High School (SJCHS). My doubles partner and I played the last match of the WCAC championships against SJCHS. During the season, SJCHS was one of the hardest competitors we faced but walking onto the court on the final day of championships, my partner and I knew we would fight and win. After 45 minutes, I hit an ace and we won the match that put us in the lead to win the championships. October 30, 2016 was the single most exciting and overwhelming day for the team all season. Everyone’s hard work paid off.

It is the first round of the Basketball State playoffs, and with eight seconds left, the talented Northwest team is down by three. The star point guard speed dribbles up the court, the tension on and off the court is immense, the pressure is even greater. Everyone during and prior to this game, had witnessed a season full of promise, and the consensus conclusion for most recognized this team as the best team to have ever come out Northwest High School. This was our best and likely only chance for success. So as the point guard puts the ball up, time nearly stops, it has a chance, but in like in life, the game of basketball is unforgiving, he misses. As most made their pre-conceived predictions of the future, or lack thereof, a young sophomore and his Junior Varsity teammates, we were inspired by our elders walking off the court, and the doubters going home. Bonded together, and we believed we were destine for something historical, and mythological outside our small circle. Thus two years later the 2016 Northwest Varsity Basketball team, the discourse community, where I developed relationships with the people I still call my brothers. A community which has shaped my work ethic, and has given me the knowledge of the amount of effort and work it takes to be successful. All of which was in efforts for a goal not even pronounced among our teammates, to us the future was still a mystery, only realized to us a one

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

The state tournament was next week it was the biggest tournament of the year. They had practice every day for two hours up till the tournament. Their first game was on Thursday at 12 pm so they had to get out of school early for it. They played a really good team from the south called the kings. It was going to be a fight if they wanted to win this one. Thursday had came and the team was ready for the game. The Hawks scored just 30 seconds into the game. Frank cheered from the bench. The Kings answered right back making it 1-1 after the first period. There coach came into their locker room furious and said the team could do better. The second under way and the Kings lead 2-1. The Hawks take a time out and answer back making it 2-2. Frank still has not played but he encourages his teammates on the bench. There were five minutes left in the third period and it is all tied up 3-3. The clock was winding down and one of Frank's teammate Cody scores with just a minute left making it 4-3. The hawks win and advance to the semifinals tomorrow against the

Finally, the day of our first game had arrived. All of us had butterflies in our stomachs. It was the type of feeling you get when you know you are well prepared for something, but you inexplicably still feel nervous. As soon as the ball was kicked first, all of the anxious feelings I had melted away and the game became quite fun. Just as the prior years, the first game had the easiest opponent to beat and my team and I had no problem securing a victory against them. The second game was a bit more of a challenge, but defeating that team was nothing we were not prepared for. The true challenge came in the third and championship game. Although we enjoyed a bye game due to our two previous victories, the other team had the advantage of some truly God-gifted athletes. In particular, number seven was a beast of a thirteen-year-old. He stood at an impressive six feet tall and he towered over us on every snap. During the first drive, we had marched the ball down the field slowly but surely and on the four-yard line we fumbled. Of course, number seven picked up the ball and ran it back for a touchdown. At halftime, our coach sat us down and had a long talk with us. Even though we were discouraged by their touchdown, we picked ourselves up and started scoring. We scored two rushing touchdowns in the third quarter and one more in the fourth quarter to secure the win. Not only did we come back from a losing

Each time overfilled with excitement. We came together as a team, performed our outright best. Curiosity filled our heads as we waited for the final scores. Sitting there, Gull Lake reassures us that we made it to the finals, that we will take part in competing in the top eight. The encouraging words brought our spirits up. Then the announcer's voice filled the room. Our stomachs felt similar to that of a self-conscious student walking up the room to speak in front of their classmates. Beginning from the bottom, teams names continued to echo through the gym. By placing in fourth or up, we could see the state finals in our future. They got to sixth place, our hands held tight. We made it. Fifth place about to get revealed, hands held tighter. We made it. Tears filled up and screams of enjoyment ringed in our ears. We made it all the way to second place, right on the tail of first

One week removed from the movie industry pulling a Colin Kapernick on movie theaters and taking a knee for the Labor Day weekend. Hollywood is back with a bang, and by bang I mean fart. The Hollywood Struggle Season, also known as fall, continues and after a record low drop in box office sales, they continue to give you no reason to leave your house. This week we have terrible Romantic comedy starring Reese Witherspoon, a low-budget dumpster fire called True to the Game where the vision of black success is selling drugs and shooting people a bunch, then you have a 9/11 movie starring Charlie Sheen…nothing more needs to be said. With the 2017 box office coming off its worst summer in 25 years, Hollywood isn’t exactly giving people reason to

This Friday night consisted of everything which would be perfect for a basketball game. The weather was cold, and the hot gym provided warmth. People from all over Louisiana came to watch the biggest rivalry between Jefferson Parish playgrounds, Johnny Bright Playground versus Girard Playground. I played on Johnny Bright’s team as a starting power forward and center. We initially played well up until the fourth quarter, lost our momentum in the 4th quarter, and made crucial mistakes at the end of the game that resulted in one of the most disappointing games of my life.

Every individual has a way they carry out a task that is unique to them, called having a strategy, game plan, to carry out a goal. Making notecards, lists, scheduling, or even just doing it at the last second is a game plan. Every one of these, but the last one is a good strategy to use when doing just about anything. Students can make a list of everything that is due for the following week so that nothing gets forgotten. A parent can schedule their kids’ activities and who is responsible for driving them there. Having things written out help so that no one is having to rush to get things done.

It was a Friday night sitting aside from the gym court as I watched two teams about to face each other. They were both great high schools and both in devision two in the sport of basketball. It was Hope High School (aka: Blue Wave) verses my school, Mount Pleasant High School also know as the Kilties. I alway hated Hope High School for their Blue Wave cockiness. That night in side the loud, hot, and sweaty high school gym, was the night of most intimidation. As the crowd cheered loudly for the Blue Wave Team, I looked up at the points differences on the billboard. Our coordination as a team was not bad, but it was not well enough to go against our other division two competent. The first half of the game us, the Kilties, were playing horrible. The second half of the game us, as the mighty Kilties, knew not to give up because we knew karma has its own fate even in the sport of basketball. It was going to be our second half of the game to score our points up and reach up to the conceited team know as the Blue Wave. We might of won most games but other games had been losses. During my high school year at Mount Pleasant High I played a game I will always remember as a foreign Kilties. Through the loss of this particular game it tough me that jealousy can over come a persons competitive side of them.

I have to a few games already but only 2 of them were in the new gym. I expect to see as usual, as many gryphons supporters as the other team, they are usually pretty even. I know the ambience is going to be unreal and special as usual. I always felt good and different when I stepped in the gym to find a sit. The music, the girls warming up, everyone talking checking their phone are always the things I liked the most. I hope that during the game people actually cheer for the team, I remember there were games where the audience just watch and never cheers. I always thought that there was no purpose then to go to a game without cheering. I expect a good game, I know McMaster is not bad at all and they will be a big challenge for our gryphons.

The three friends lined up Luke on the line with Justin back at quarterback and Aiden as the receiver ready to catch a game winner. Justin calls ‘’hut’’ and the ball is snapped back to him and Aiden takes off down the field. Luke is holding the line and giving Justin plenty of time to throw the deep ball down the field and letting Aiden get as far as he can down the field. He lets the ball fly right as he gets hit and it is headed higher and far down the field toward the touchdown and Aiden is in an full out sprint for the ball. He jumps and catches the ball way over his head in the back corner of the end zone. But, they need the 2 point conversion to win their line back up and Justin jumps over the line for the touchdown and the crowd

In no time the game had begun and there was no silent part of the stadium. Friends and family show their support and dedication to the team by humiliating themselves with cheers and boos. The visiting team’s stands shouted retorts to our insults. Campus is supposed to be an easy take down for Newton. Our stands knew that and shower their confidence because of that.