Middle School Basketball Research Paper

It is my junior year of high school and basketball season is right around the corner. I am on the verge of either making varsity or junior varsity this year depending upon my skills. Went through the tryouts and was able to make the junior varsity again for my second year with coach Maloney. I was all excited to play there again seeing I was one out of the three kids that made it back there again. From there it was Cam, Anthony, and I who thought would lead the team because we were the only ones who knew how to run Maloney’s offense and defense well that’s what I had thought was gonna be the case but in reality it wasn't. I thought I would be a starter for the team, but in reality I ended up being a bench player or how I thought of it as a

My family was born to play basketball, both of my brothers had the size and athleticism to play professionally, and my dad towered over others standing at 6’6”. At a young age I was expected to follow in their footsteps. However, I did not have the size that the rest of my family did, and struggled to compete due to my small stature. In the seventh grade I tried out for my middle school basketball team and was promptly told I wasn’t good enough to play. I came home crying feeling that I disappointed my family. The next year, during the eighth grade try-outs, the coach said the same thing and broke my heart for the second year in a row. Dissatisfied with these results, I promised that I would make a change before entering high school.

The next day I made all my shots and layups i even dunked. The coach was impressed and he said to me you”ve made my team. I was very excited But, the people that made the team didn’t seem and even made negative remark towards me said i am not a “basketball player”, “you cannot play”,I didn't listen to them and continued to play the game.My coach, fans, and students realize the conflict between me and the other teammates during games and practices. Within The week of me being on the team the coach held a personal meeting me with me and the other teammates. The coach lectured the other teammates saying it’s not right how you don’t accept me as a basketball player how would you feel if you was in his shoes.After the lecture from my coach The players started realizing i am worth something and welcomed me in open arms but i didn't received there welcoming.I didn't have chemistry with my teammates during the whole season but i was cordial with them i was there if they really needed me . The only person that i had chemistry with was my coach he never doubted me and he seen potential in me from tryouts to the end of the season which all that counts in my

It is a known fact that sports are a significant factor into the way of life for Americans. Families will sacrifice much of their lives to see one of the children become a professional athlete. One of those sacrifices is money. Money for some families, seems almost unlimited while for the majority of families, money is something difficult to come by. Depending on which family a child belongs to, their chances of playing college or professional ball is drastically different. The world of high school sports is becoming more financially demanding than ever because camp prices are rising at an overwhelming rate, families are acquiring debt in hope that their kid is successful, and student athletes of lower class families are not getting the head starts of upper class family athletes.

College sports isn't what everyone makes it out to be. Some people relate college sports to High School sports only to the extent of: it's a level harder. Many feel that college sports isn't that big of a deal. What little people know is being a collegiate athlete is a job. The life ou hae is set out for you on the court. Most of the free time off the court is spent doing homework. There's hardly any time for a social life, and or time for your family. Being a collegiate athlete isn't just about playing sports anymore, this is your job.

During the second semester of my sophomore I started coaching the U-12 soccer league through the Joliet Park District with my sister’s boyfriend Ryan. Ryan and I co-coached this team and we had the help one of the player’s father so we had an extra hand. I was extremely nervous because there wasn’t a huge age difference between kids and myself. The first day Ryan took the lead in coaching and I tried my best to reinforce what he was trying to explain. As our first season went on I started getting a little too close to some of the players and the impacted how I would talk to just those players alone. To me that was not a big deal because what is the point of coaching if you don’t to know the team you are with right? Well that blew up in my face when it

This past week I attended two different camps. The basketball camp was at NC State in North Carolina . NC State is an up-and-coming basketball program in the ACC . My goal is to play basketball at NC State for my college years. This is a very big goal for anyone because NC State is a prominent basketball program. Some say College basketball is something to high of a goal for me and that I should set easier goals but I would be setting myself up for failure if I set goals that are things that I wouldn't like. At camp we would wake up every morning at 7 and go to bed at 11. My body was sore from going to camp the week before but to succeed you have to be willing to outwork others. Some people have skill and talent. Talent is something you are

It was the last practice of the year and we had the biggest game of the year the next day. “ Wrap him up! Drive your feet! Catch the ball!” yelled the coaches every minute.We were having a great year so far with our record at 6-1-1. This practice I was working extra hard because I was starting on both sides of the ball. I hadn’t played most of the year because the first week of practice, I got injured and was out for a week and a half. I had been trying my hardest in games and at practice, but I still had little playing time. Then a few practices before we played Carroll County the coach said he wants me to start at fullback instead of being the backup running back. I was really surprised, but he said that he had been watching my blocking and I already knew the plays so I would be fine. I got my other big opportunity when our quarterback got injured and I got to start on defense as well.

According to Amir lanis KHELIL, “Playing sports teaches life lessons like discipline, responsibility, self-confidence, accountability, and teamwork.” High school athletes who are challenged every day in the classroom often find that having a break from all the school gives them a mental refresher. Sports help students develop distinct qualities that a classroom could never teach. For example, sports help teach athletes how to work with one another rather than working alone. High school athletes who develop these features are more prepared to go out into the real world than are students who do not play sports. Building mental toughness, physical health, and discipline establishes the groundwork of becoming a successful high school athlete.

One benefit to having sports in school is that it helps you to develop traits not developed in classroom such as determination. Athletes learn this trait by working hard in the sports that they play in. For example athletes have to build up their stamina by doing a lot of cardio, like running. Most Athletes also have to build muscle by lifting weights. Athlete also have to do drills in their sports to get better technique. All these things requires the athlete to put effort in to complete these tasks. Other traits include higher self-esteem, are more motivated, and good sportsmanship. “In a study commissioned by the Alberta Schools’ Athletic Association, corporate and political leaders surveyed in Alberta cited the following benefits or life

It was a beautiful day at Everman High School doing something I love, playing basketball with my teammates during off season. Being a sophomore, I was ready for the next season to start already. I felt that basketball gave me so much energy and ambition, so that’s why I been playing basketball since 5th grade. This day was an unexpected surprise for me and my family.

We were in the opening day of basketball season our first game.When we were practicing i did not think our team would be ready for pendleton heights, but the team pulled through and beat pendleton heights. The coach gave us his usually good job guys nice work and told us what we needed to work on. Then we sat there and got ready to go home and eat some dope food. Then came the next day but we were on break for a day because we won. School that day was alright then i lifted to get nice and big so no one can dominate me in the paint only i can dominate them. Then what came to practice was nothing but straight up fundamentals the whole practice.

In that moment I thought it was all over. I was in a battle with my best friend, one I knew I would eventually lose. When my basketball coach initially uttered the words implying that we had to fight for the starting point guard position I knew she was already one step ahead of me. She had the skill, but I was still willing to work for the spot. After that confrontation we each got a chance to start a game to show our coach what we could do. I was up first, it was a game that we were expected to win, a game that came with a lot of pressure. I choked. We almost lost. I couldn’t keep possession of the ball, I was shaking, and I wanted to completely give up. I finished the game only to hear from my coach that I won’t see the floor as much as

To begin with, I expected to just help as needed and be a standby for the coach. Little did I know, I would be participating and teaching the children my knowledge of basketball skills. The first day of practice only one child showed up with six volunteers, so we participated and practiced with the child. I noticed the child had apparent cognitive delays and was unable to make a basket. I began to analyze his actions and learning techniques to figure out how I could help. In no time, I was able to design an intervention that would prepare the child to successfully shoot a basketball. I noticed his style of learning was repetitive motion so I told him to, “Bend your knees, and jump for the sky.” Each week we would continually make progress until he finally

I always loved playing basketball since third grade, and at one point in my basketball career, an incident happens that changed the way I thought of people. In eighth grade, I played basketball for GEYBA, “Glen Este Youth Basketball Association”, and played on a team with my friends. It was a weekend, and I had a basketball game. My Mom and I got ready, and she drove me to the Glen Este Middle School Gym. My mom was the scorekeeper for our team. We both went in and sat down before the game started, watching the game before. I sat with my team and talked to them about random crap, that I can’t remember. When the game before us ended We went to our spot to put our gear down. My coach at the time was Zach Collins Dad, and he told us to practice layups, and jump shots. We did our practices, and watched the other team practice, and talked about how tall, or fast their team was. Coach told us who to watch out for, and what position We were assigned. I played the third position or a wing. During the end of the game, the other team had the ball and went for a layup on my side that I was guarding. I jumped up to block the ball and landed oddly. I couldn’t tell something was wrong with my left foot until I started running towards the other side. I had a sharp pain in my foot, I started calling for a timeout while limping towards the other side of the court. I limped over to the bench and said I broke my foot, realizing already what my coach was going to say. I stayed to watch the end