My Experience Of Playing Basketball

One of the activities that I took part in that I feel has shaped me as a person, was basketball. I joined the Sea Point High basketball team in the tenth grade, in South Africa. Now basketball was not very popular in South African high schools, as such we lost our coach in my junior year. The choices that were given to the team was to either end the program or to continue without a coach. As team captain I rallied my teammates and we persevered through without a coach; we showed up for intensive training and competed against other schools. At the end of my senior year I was presented with the basketball player of the year; however I feel that award did not necessarily celebrate my skill in the sport, but it acknowledged the determination and

I take the ball out and instantly we get a turnover. I couldn't believe it, the turnover felt like it was my fault. All of my teammates were confused which lead to more turnovers. Now the other team is coming back for the win. I remember the last two minutes of the game, it was like a clock ticking. Everyone on both teams just wanted to run the clock out. Finally I got a steal and went down the court for a layup, that put us up by two points. The other team comes down the court and waist time then, they take a three while were yelling out shot! The shot goes in. That makes them go up by one, our coach called a timeout. There are only 5 seconds left in the game and I have to take the ball out again. I didn't want to make another mistake so, I launched the ball down court to Chris Robinson. He didn't have the shot so he passed it to Cecil. Cecil also didn't have a shot so he passed it to Martell. As soon as Martelle got the ball there is one more second left and he shoots the ball. The ref calls a foul, and the ball goes in putting us back up by two points. We already knew that we were going to win all Martelle had to do was make this last free throw. He made the free throw and he is the reason that we won that game. Closest game I ever played

I was only in first grade when I picked up a basketball for the first time. I had observed my father, my brother, and my cousins all play it before me. Little did I know that the sport would lead me to new opportunities, incredible friends, and numerous championships.

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.

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

My first basketball game at Hillcrest was my greatest accomplishments when I moved schools. It was a chilly fall night that I had been excited for for a while. I walked into the gym when the aroma of popcorn and hotdogs filled my senses. I was anxious with excitement because I had never played for another school before, it was a very nice change. All the players were in the locker room just a few minutes before the game. We had our pre-game prayer and then we were ready to play. I started for the first time that I could remember. I had the first field goal of the season which absolutely took my breath away. I got the ball on the block and shot it. I watched in slow motion as it went in the goal. In the end, it was a basketball game that I

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.

Basketball is not just a sport, to me it is a lifestyle; there is something about shooting the orange sphere through the net and hearing that “swoosh” sound that can force any problem to instantly go away. Nothing can compare to the satisfaction that is felt when stepping onto the court or feeling the padded outer-layer of the ball clash with the tips of my fingers after bouncing up from the ground. The court is a second home to me. I have been playing basketball since I was eight years old. It seemed to come as second nature. Once I reached middle school, I competed for a spot on the seventh grade girls basketball team and earned myself a spot. Those girls meant everything to me. I can recall practices when we got off task and goofed around for a bit, but we always got back to work.

It was finally my time to be picked and my head has felt as if it was spinning in circles and my legs felt of jello and I finally made the walk to booth. coach told me I made the team and the season had begun. Our first game was highly anticipated and the game was the talk of the school, I was ready and excited to finally play my first game. Once school was over we walked to the small primary school for our first game walking past kids and roads this would be a game to remember. The court was clean and you could hear the sqeaks of the shoes The team arrived there size intimidated my teamates.By the time the

Joseph threw the ball in to me and I dribbled the ball down the court. My coach said to me, "Make sure you get the ball to the hoop!" I took his advice and I shot the basketball. It was spinning through the air with a perfect arc. All that flooded my body was nervousness and excitement. Suddenly, the ball went in. All I heard were loud cheers, I had made my first basket! I got a lot of high-fives from so many people. We continued to play hard and we ended up winning the game, it was a great team win.

We were at the gym for my first basketball game. I was a bit nervous but mostly excited. I walked onto the quart, shortest kid out there. Every kid out there looked like they wanted to eat me up because of my size. But there was one kid out there who towered over everyone, he stared at me with a glare trying to intimidate me but I was staring right back at him. The ref said it was was the other team’s ball so we had to play defense first. So they threw the ball in and the game began. I went up to guard the kid who had the ball but the ref told me to scoot back and to wait until he got past half quart. So when the kid got past half quart, I played tight defense. As aoon as I was about to steel the ball he passed it. The kid who had it shot

was 9 years old and 4th grade had just started which meant that my first official year of basketball was around the corner and everything had to be perfect. I would wake up in the mornings before school and I would go shoot come home after school and shoot again, it was the most practice I had ever done, in one thing, in my entire life. The first practice started in October and I was so overly excited I grabbed a ball and started my routine 5 lay-ups and 10 free throws. I knew my coach better than anyone, He was my father, so when he blew the whistle, I ran to the line and prepared for up and down sprints. We only ran for about 15 minutes, but it felt like days the way he ran us giving us only a few water breaks The entire team was wheezing and we were barely a quarter way through practice. I hear my Dad yell lay-up lines and I get excited because this is something if practiced so hard

Two minutes left as soon as I was put in I went to the center where I played. Thirty seconds left and it was an tied game the goal was about ten feet tall so I could touch it and hang on to it. I yelled for Chloe King to past me an a-hoop which is knows as an alley hoop. As she past me the ball I jumped up and touch the rim when I fell back my whole leg was under my knee twisted I hiss in pained and that's when the crowd went quiet. I heard my mom's voice until I blacked out, an day after that I found out I tore some of my acl and have to wear

As I run down the court with the ball the remaining of 24 seconds left on the scoreboard I hear my teammates shouting and running towards the ball. We were down by 3 and my team always depend the shot on me because I usually score at least 15 - 20 points a game. My coach called a time-out so we could run a better play and hopefully come back. We were going into our 2 lose into the season so this game really meant something to us as much as all the other ones also. With that said it was 7 seconds left on the clock and the other team had the ball so we had to play a very tight defense on them so that we can have a chance to come back and win. So we had got the steal and Nyeisha was on for a fast break, as she runs down the court she misses the

Our first three games as a team were bad, scores of 48- 05 and other scores like that, but we got better. By the end of the season, I was so much better than I was last year. As point guard, I felt more like a leader. As a team, we progressed and progressed, some wins, a lot of losses, but the last were the roughest (except for that 48-05 loss). We lost to a lot of good teams and got really mad, but we also won three or four out of the eight games. It was a hard season, but we got through it, persevering, through every loss then coming back and winning against next team.