My Favorite Game Of Basketball

Basketball is one of the most talked about topics, as well as one of the most played games. Compared to other sports like American football and baseball, basketball is known around the world for the unique play style and rules of the game. It is a sport many people love to play, but people can take it too seriously which makes competition very stiff. In this decade, basketball is one of the hardest sport to be successful in, not because of the rules and playstyles; but the competition and how many people want to play. In an actual basketball game it would be five on five on the court. In total one team could probably only take around ten to thirteen people. In other sports like soccer, would have eleven players on the field or sports format in total, each team could have about twenty five to thirty people on one team, football could have up to fifty people on one team. This shows why basketball is the hardest sport to play in todays’ world; because when people want to make it as a profession, not a lot can be chosen. Even when some make it to the pros, not everybody on the team even gets to play in the game; sometimes people would be allowed to play for a small portion of time. However it is something that still motivates people to play the sport of basketball, it helps them make a better name for themselves so that they would have a bright future. Basketball overall changed from the eighties and nineties to now; because of unfairness in competition, helping kids stay out of

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 entire life, I have lived and breathed basketball. When I was only three days old, I was being passed around in the stands of a basketball game while my parents coached my older sister. In first grade, I was begging my parents to let me play. I couldn’t, however, because in my town kids don’t start playing basketball until the third grade. They let me join an Upward basketball league that was near my area, but Upward wasn’t competitive enough for me. So the next year, I went a couple towns over to join their city league so I could play. From then on, basketball was my passion.

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

As of planned, my team in bounded the scream. I caught the ball, stood there, and held the ball to my hip. I called for a screen from one of my teammates. I used the screen soon after he set in. All I heard was my coach telling me to shoot. I pulled up way beyond the three point line and I swished it. I won the Pennsylvania State Championship.

I was 12 year old when I started playing basketball. My dream was to be similar to Michael Jordan. However, my GBL team has lost every game since I’ve started playing basketball. I was also playing with my older brother Jeremiah for the first time, but we were always fighting about whose better. I knew this season would bring us together. With a lot of hard work we finally won. It took me and my brother to work together to win.

I Andre Winters have always wanted to play in the NBA. I have bought all of the NBA 2k games they have, but this one has never done this to me. On January, 5th 2016 the newest game out in stores had just came out. I am determined to get it no matter what I have to do.

I recall practicing every day on my basketball skills being hopeful that I can prove to my older cousins and uncles my skills were good enough to compete with them even though they older, stronger and taller than I was. Even though they were stronger and taller than I was, my handles were always better than there ’s I also had one advantage that they didn’t which was my fast speed which allowed me to be one step

On Tuesday night, I sat down on the couch in my living room and watched an NBA basketball game on ESPN. My favorite team was facing up against the best team in their division, and I was anxious and curious to see who would win. After a devastating and gruesome four quarters, my team lost 77 to 111. To say the least, it was a very hard game to watch. The players on the Los Angeles Lakers couldn’t buy a shot even if they tried, while the players on the Golden State Warriors effortlessly made nearly every shot they attempted. I wasn’t surprised when the post game statistics revealed that the field goal percentage for my team was 37.3%, while the other team’s was 48.95%. On Wednesday morning, I researched the individual field goal makes and

As a child, I was taught that with hard work and determination I could achieve anything. Unfortunately, this is a myth, and limitations are a part of being human. I was forced to accept this reality during my junior year of high school. Ever since I was a little girl, I looked forward to playing varsity basketball on the orange and black court at Dalton High School. Finally, during my third year of high school, I was given the chance to start as point guard on the girls’ varsity basketball team. Suddenly, my dream turned into a nightmare, and I was sitting on the bench watching other girls play the game I loved. Gretchen Wald, a teammate, was experiencing the same problem. Luckily, she remained by my side throughout the experience. Together,

The 13C basketball team had a great season despite only two games being played. From the two matches, the squad managed to split the win/loss column, going down to Scots College in the first match of the season before securing a memorable 19-13 victory against tough opponents Newington College. The disrupted season never hindered the boy’s effort in training and you could see the progression week to week. They did not just develop individual skills, but each player developed their basketball sense, improving their awareness and intangibles that will take them to next level as athletes.

People may say basketball is just a game, or just a sport, or just a hobby. Little do people know it is not only that, but it is also an extreme educational experience. Growing up I’ve played basketball almost all my life, I even went to my first game when I was six days old. Since I have been playing for as long as I remember I have gone through numerous experiences with the sport. Basketball has taught me how to be selfless, how to bypass trouble, and how to be a positive role model for kids looking up to me.

One simple question changed my life. It was a scorching hot day in the middle of August in Wingate, North Carolina. My parents and I were sitting in coach Hancock's office in the basement of the admissions building. While sitting on the stiff black couch in coach Hancock's office, I could feel beads of sweat accumulated on my back. Never before had I sweat this much in my life, I knew I was nervous awaiting what coach Hancock was going to say next. Instead, I heard my mom begin to talk, I turned and looked at her with my eyes wide and a fake smile on my face. As I'm listening to my mom speak, I hear her ask me if I had any questions to ask the coach. Nonetheless, I started to ask coach Hancock various questions about her team chemistry and volunteering they may do. Even though, I thought I had asked all the questions I had previously rehearsed in the car on the way to Wingate University I was quickly reminded by my mom that I wanted to ask one more important question. “How does your team defend ball screens?”

I played basketball from 3rd grade until 8th grade. I would work my butt off the whole time I remember the last game I ever played. We lost both of are biggest players. One went to play for another team at a different tournament and the other had been elbowed above the eye and had to go to the hospital for stitches. We did not have many kids left who were tall, so we had to push harder to try and win. Everyone wanted to give up because our biggest players were gone but I just wanted to give it all. I pressured the offense as much as I could, trying to steal the ball for a fast break because with my skills the best way for me to score was a lay-up. I would swat at any shot, dive at any loose ball, and throw myself into anywhere to keep it out of the other teams hands, but my team had already given up. Right then and there I was so disgusted that when the game was over I decide

It was the first day of tryouts in ninth grade and I was nervous out of my mind. I walked in the freshly lit gymnasium, with maroon bleachers and the roaring black panther mascot in the dead center of the court. The first game of tryouts and I stepped onto the court knowing that I should display my talent for scoring, passing, and defending. I made sure that talked on defense “Down Low, Cutter, I got two, One D, Baby J” and I made sure I said it enough where the coach heard me from the sidelines.