Life Is Like A Basketball Court

I walked off the floor with sweat dripping from my hair. So many thoughts flew through my head that I couldn’t focus on anything. My junior year of basketball felt like it ended as quickly as a blink. It was as if in seconds we went from the stars of the state tournament to the embarrassments of it. I tried to forget the disappointment of it but it still will not leave. My desire and love to win games comes from the more apparent hatred of losing them. Junior year we had a chance to win a state championship, but we lost that chance. That was when I realized that I had one chance left to win. Senior year our basketball success would only be as rewarding as we would make it. The pressure placed on ourselves was substantial, and we faced trials on the road to success. In the end, we stood alone, crowned as the champions, not letting our chance slip away.

I walked into school to be greeted by a janitor vacuuming the floors. It was time to start thinking about the game and getting my focus level up. My pregame ritual wasn’t always the same beside for one thing, be the first to the locker room to have time to think to myself. Walking into the light blue and worn-down locker room it was almost like I could feel the emotion from all the players who had been there before myself. I was greeted by a wave of smell, the smell of victory, defeat, and pure hard work. It was quite musty but I was used to it and had grown accustomed to it. I sat myself down and began to think about how I would perform tonight and what I had to do in order to be victorious. I pictured myself going out onto the court and seeing all the fans packed into our old wooden bleachers. All I wanted to do was make them proud of the team they came to watch. I looked out the window to see the vehicles of my fellow teammates driving into our dirt parking lot. Soon, the locker room would no longer be quite and it would be filled with the shrieks, laughs, and giggles of my

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

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

Through his years of playing and coaching, John Wooden has become a wise man and has gained high-priced knowledge. Sharing his success with others, is one of Wooden’s main goals. Some people believe that success is always winning; however, this is not true at all. Defeat helps a team to be able to come back even stronger. Losses are not always terrible; they can help you learn from your mistakes in order to be able to execute better the next time. Wooden says “much as I hated to lose...this defeat was beneficial” (Wooden 155). With success, comes defeat. In order to succeed, you may need a few setbacks. Even though you might be fighting your hardest, you still might come up short, and that is acceptable. In this novel, Wooden tries to help the reader understand the different elements that come along with success. He uses his own personal experiences to inspire and impact the lives of coaches and players with his same

When it comes to playing basketball it's all I want to do. The rush of adrenaline when i'm dribbling down the court, about to take a shot, it's truly one of a kind. I love everything about it. From the uniforms, the competition, my teammates and the cheering of the crowd. In Edward Hirsh’s poem “Fast Break” he explains what it's like when you make a winning shot, how to work as a team and how it is to play both offensive and defense.

Even the air was trembling. The gym was filled with a mixture of nervous and urgent, and all we need was another basket to break the deadlock. The score was 19-36, nearly 2 minutes left, however, the unstoppable cheering was still there, as well as our spirits. None of the girls on the court gave up, though we were not close to winning; every one of our eyes were blazed sharp and focusing, waiting for another steal or chance to shoot. In brief, before the timer buzzed, we would never give up on our game---which is the most valuable spirit in CCA sports. Our girls basketball game has the power of inspiration, because though they didn’t win, they supported each other with encouragement when difficulties come. All they do is to turn the failures

I am just playing basketball me against the world with no one distracting me. When I played basketball for my community college, I would have people screaming all at me as well as family screaming my name and distractions everywhere. I wouldn't let these distractions affect me and I would just play basketball as if it is just me playing basketball in my backyard all by myself. I would feel extremely focused on my task and just be in my zone not even hearing people scream or the music but just hear my id saying I can do it. No matter what the outcome of the game would be I always want to play because I don't care if I lose or not as long as I have fun. The more harder that I try the more fun I will have so it doesn't even effect me that I could cause my team to loose. The only thing I can say about failing, is that I am a failure if didn't give it my best effort. When Im playing basketball I get to a point were my self consciousness does disappear. I feel as if anything that is happening in the world from having school work to having an injury are all gone while I play basketball. An example is when I had sprained my ankle pretty bad and I wanted to play basketball still. When I started to play I got involved in a full game were I didn't feel any type pain in my body the whole time playing basketball. When I was done playing all the pain and real life problems came back but not until

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.

Basketball has always been something I loved ever since I was a little girl. I remember when I was younger, we had a basketball hoop in my driveway and my brothers and I would always go out and play one on one or horse. I also remember losing, a lot. Although it wasn’t about winning or losing for me, I just loved the game. In fourth grade, I started playing competitive basketball and loved the sport even more. Maybe it was scoring points or getting an assist, I’m not really sure the reason, I just knew I loved the game. As I got older my love for the game only grew; until high school hit.

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.

Every athlete dies twice, once when his life fails, and once when he/she does. However, one leads to the end while the other starts a new beginning. Nobody in this world is perfect, including myself. I have learned this lesson numerous times, but never as much as when I humiliated myself realizing that you can never just jump into something and expect to master it in a day. But humility, realization, and training helped me fix my failure. I’ve always loved the sport of basketball and always dreamed of being an all-star in the NBA, just as millions of other kids do. Unfortunately, I never realized that stars need fuel in order to keep shining. Not until the day I decided to try out my skills on my high school basketball team.

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.

When I first started playing basketball I only tried it out cause my dad said it would be fun for a kid my age to start playing basketball. I was about 11 when I first started playing and like everyone when they first try something new they terrible in it, so when i would go to my practices and my games I would always say i'm a terrible player and shouldn't set foot on another court. My dad started noticing this in my games when i would seem afraid to touch the ball and even dribble or shoot and i will never forget what he told me he said, “ Sebastian If you don't want to play anymore just tell me, but If you want to improve and give it another try I'll support you.” With just a few little words my dad has told me throughout my whole life

“I’ve failed over and over in my life, that is why i succeed.” Michael Jordan was cut from his high school varsity basketball team. He didn't just give up after being cut, he turned it into motivation to work harder. He came back the next year and made his varsity basketball team. For that reason being, losing is a good thing to experience.