My Basketball Career-Personal Narrative

The cool thing about humans, is no two are exactly the same, every one is different in their own way. We’re all defined in unique ways, some by their jobs, some by their livelihood, or interests such as basketball. This is one of my favorite things to do in life, there's just nothing better than setting foot on that court. When basketball season starts to roll around, memories from past years come flooding in. Being able to smell the freshly popped popcorn all throughout the gym. Looking up at the crowd and seeing everyone in the stands cheering us on, arguing with refs about a call, or not really paying attention to the game at all. The feeling I get when I’m on the court is second to nothing. This is where I go when I need need to just get away and think.

“ No athlete is truly tested until they've stared an injury in the face” [unknown author]. Ever since I could remember basketball has been my favorite sport. I remember signing up for basketball in fifth grade, not really sure if I even wanted to play. My mom walking in with me telling me that I would be good at basketball if I just tried. She also said if I didn't like it that I didn't have to play anymore as long as I made a good effort. After I signed my name on that paper there was no turning back. The first practice was the worse for me I had my friends which wasn't bad but, I didn't know how to do anything. All my friends had been playing basketball since second or third grade so basketball came easy to them. I thought about quitting right then and there but I told myself I gotta keep trying even if I'm not that good. Forward a few years later in middle school I had the basics of basketball down pack and that's when I fell in love with the sport. I got the position I always wanted to play point guard, the point guard is one of the most important players on the team. It's also one of the most difficult positions because you have to come up with a play on the spot. You have to read what

Have you ever been forced to do something that you really don’t want to do? It could seem like agony at first, but in the end it will usually always turn out OK. Well, at least it did for me. It all started on a chilly, winter morning in third grade when my mother’s heartfelt words and tears, changed who I am today for the better.

Olah I’m Josie,I'm from mexico i'm gonna play basketball and i'm in the finals surprisingly. My competition names are Charlie,Austin,Aaron,Jonathan,and Michael. They been playing games for a long time i'm guessing. they are shooting hoops practicing. My teammates are Charlie and Michael which i'm not complaining or anything. My team's strategy is to pass it to one person every time and then switch to confuse our competitors. We start off when the horn goes off and we get the ball first. My teammates were eager to win so we kept passing it like we planned. We quickly pass it to one player then shoot it and make it.we have 1 minute and it's 25 to 30 we have 25 so we pulled ourselves together and get back in the game. We catch up and it's tied

From the earliest exposure to algebra and basic equations, students are taught that subtracting something from only one side of the equation unbalances it, until one adds an equivalent expression to that side. I never realized that this could have an application outside of purchasing large quantities of fruit until my basketball career came crashing down. My coach told me before my sophomore season, “Zack, you will be in the rotation.” I later learned that he meant the water boy rotation until one game, where I experienced the thrill of playing for twenty four seconds. For twelve years I equated winter with basketball, but with my realization that my time as a basketball player was over, I suddenly had an equation where winter equaled zero.

After the first 10 minutes of the game, we are down by 10 points. Then slowly we started catching up to the other team. This was definitely not our game. Our point guard was having a major headache so she had to go off, we start to go downhill from there. One of the forwards was in a bad mood since we were losing so she did not pay attention in the game which lead to an embarrassing mistake. She grabs the ball from a player on the other team and runs… the wrong way, she goes up for a lay up while everyone on our team is screaming “NO!, wrong way, turn around!”, everyone pauses, players on the other team stare in confusion and others smirk. She misses and her face turns red. “I didnt um know i'm sorry” she feels ashamed. Everyone on our team feels embarrassed. Some roll their eyes, a few let out a small laugh, and for me, i just sit there with a blank face knowing that I won’t be playing anymore this year. It’s the last 5 minutes of the game and we are down by 30 points. It's over. No more games for

The crowd chants “5, 4, 3,” Scott dribbles the ball upcourt, “2, 1,” Scott shot the ball right as the buzzer rang. It was January 9th, 2017, and our basketball team was getting on the bus to go to Port Huron Central Middle School. It was snowing outside as we walked up to the bus that would take us there. The whole eighth grade and seventh grade team got on the bus, followed by the coaches. We all knew that this would be a tough game, for the eighth graders especially. But that day, I learned as long as you work hard, you’ll never lose.

My team, Clackamas Select, down against a top ranked AAU team, Salem Swish. In basketball terms, it was crunchtime. We needed a 3 pointer, specifically from someone who specialized in shooting. Who would’ve thought that I, once the shy little kid who never tried, would step up to take the final shot? I got the ball, and time slowed down. I took one quick glance into the crowd, and I saw my dad. He was smiling. He knew what was coming next. The intensity of the game was reaching it's climax, with the crowd on their feet and the noise in the gym seemingly getting louder by the second.With 5 seconds left, I storm down the court, eyeing the 3 point line. I ran this simulation in the driveway all the time, yearning for the chance to be in that situation. After that it was just like practice. Garnering the remaining energy left in my body, I shot from the same distance I practiced for the past 4 years, and waited for that sweet, harmonious noise. Swish. I was surrounded by the people and sport I loved as the buzzer went off. I couldn’t be

The crowd is surrounding us with their immense eyes watching. Before I got the ball, I wiped off the sweat from my wet forehead. I attacked the leather ball. Swish! The crowd was cheering for Franklin and the supporting parents went wild! I saw my mom sitting there smiling and clapping for me. As the game continued, more and more baskets went into my team’s hoop and the other team’s hoop. The score was 24 to 20. We were losing but it didn’t mean the game was quite over yet. I tried to make more baskets, but no one was passing it to me. There was ten seconds on the clock and five, four, three, two, one! The buzzer went off loudly, hurting my ear and Franklin

Over that summer I worked out and shot I made it so every shot I took whether close or far went in. And that didn’t even help. At the end of the very next season, I felt good having had 50 points and I look 1 name above mine at the stat sheet and saw Ryan had nearly 200 points. I felt like crying, I told myself that I should quit because i'll never be the best in the world if I’m not even the best in my grade. That same night I had a dream of people screaming my name, coming into high school as a freshman and being the best in the country and I made a promise, to myself, that I wouldn’t let this dream die without a fight. I wiped my tears away from being beaten by Ryan yet again. And I slept the pain away. That next day the first thing I did after school was go to the empty Rec Center not a man in sight and I put in the work. I dribbled two balls at a time, shooting shots probably a 500 shots a day that entire year and I really was moving

The Creswell Bulldogs. Every season, Creswell always beat us by a few short points. But, this year we pushed ourselves to a whole new limit. This year was our year. When the day had came I stepped on to the court as if I had owned the place. I knew this game was going to finally be ours. As we made our way on the court I pointed at number 3, Courtney Ficek. I knew her weaknesses as a point guard, and I was willing to do whatever I could to make her break. This was the toughest game we had all season. Never once was the score more than 5 points apart. But, when it came down to the last quarter is when teams and individual players started breaking. I knew what I had to do. 20 seconds on the clock, I stole the ball and rushed down the court. This is where it all happened. I looked at Courtney right before shooting the ball. All of a sudden I felt her cold hands touch my side, and I dropped to the ground. I held my ankle as I sat on the ground praying everything was okay. I tried to get up and realized I couldn’t walk anymore. I was instantly rushed over to the bench. This is when the coach looked at me and said “I’m sorry, but you are way too hurt to play the rest of this season.” I couldn’t believe it was over. Everything I felt I ever knew was ripped away in such a short period of time. As I sat on the bench the rest of the season, watching the girls on the court I felt miserable. When I went home

I can still picture it, as I walked into a gym full of roaring people, the bedlam so intense that it left my ears ringing. There were nearly a hundred people in this gymnasium, some were there expecting us to perform and pull of this aggrandized win, the others were the antithesis waiting upon our failure. This was the Arizona 3A volleyball state championship match. I pulled up my knee pads and I still remember the feeling of exhaustion in my legs from the previous matches my team had gloriously won that day. Unfortunately, this match did not end like the latter. That day my team had seemed invincible, nobody would expect the cataclysm that was soon to follow. As I made my way on to the court to begin the match with the other five starters

Cheers, yelling, and excitement were all over the bleachers. It seemed as if we were in a NBA game. Volleyball cheers from our teammates. “ GO BLUE! “ from everyone's parents. Scores were really close. 20 to 19. The other team serves the ball to us. It came really fast and hard. My teammate hit it but it was a bad pass. So I sprint to go bring it back to the game. I get to it and hit it really hard. Finally my team brings it back into the other team's side. I run back and trip. “No big deal”, I say to myself. However I felt my ankle sprain. I was in pain and I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked coach for a sub. I felt the warm tears running thru my cheeks. I took one for the team and subbed back in. Finally we hit game point. It seemed as of

“ Lauren there's only six minutes left and we’re winning by eight, hang in there Lauren” said my coach Dan. Everything was going great until I sprinted down the court and all that was there was only the other player and I. I could feel the cool breeze from her exhilarating speed. Until all I can hear is “wack” as my tender fingers glide across her forearm. It was foul five, and I was so disappointed in myself I couldn’t even look up. Then finally coming to a stop I angrily plop myself down onto the bench, as my coach fills my ears with his

We lead through the first half of play 35-25, I had only scored 5 points but my team was winning and that was most important. We found ourselves in the fourth quarter up by two points, with 1min 30seconds to go I had 20 of our team’s points. Norristown was on a role scoring 10 unanswered points to put themselves back in the game. Our coach called a time out with one minute left. The plan was to get me the ball, for an open shot, coach drew up the play and we tried to carry it out. Our plan didn’t fall through and Norristown got the defensive rebound, going down the court to score 2 points on a toughly contested mid-range shot. It was our ball with 35 seconds on the clock. We tried to chew the clock and get a good shot off, and we did just that. I scored the record breaking basket with 7 seconds left. Norristown had the ball down two with very little time on the clock. We knew we just needed one stop. One stop and we’d become state champions forever. Norristown inbounded the ball and drove down court, we played them tight trying not to give up a three pointer. No points we we’re champions, 2pts would tie it and take us to overtime, 3points… well, 3pts would end our season, and we’d come up short on being the best. Only two seconds to go, the ball went up, off a deep three pointer. The hearts under every jersey, shirt and tie, and striped polo stopped for those two seconds. It seemed as if the ball was like a rain drop frozen in the