My Life Of Basketball

I went home full of excitement and quickly recounted to my mom the success I had that day at baseball. I went to bed that night with more confidence than I thought possible and looking forward to another day of baseball. Made my way through school that day visualizing my performance that afternoon for tryouts. With more excitement than nerve I began the second day of tryouts. Thursday we worked on throwing and catching skills, friday was batting. An area in which I struggled a little more than others but with confidence pouring out of me I stepped into the box. Even with the confidence boost working on my skill I struggled heavily and was not happy with my performance. So trying to keep my confidence up I tried to finish that day of tryouts but I could tell that the coaches were less pleased with my performance that day. There’s not a much faster way to be served a large slice of humble pie than to realize you may not be all that you once thought you were. So keeping that in mind I finished the day doing my best. When we gathered together to make final cuts I could feel my heart beating in

Learning the game of basketball has changed my life for the better. As a little girl, my father believed that I would be an incredible athlete. As soon as I could shoot a basketball, my dad took me to a park to develop my skills. Practicing constantly led me to fall in love with the sport. Basketball became more than just a game, it became a passion. Pursuing this passion has been rewarding, inspiring, and empowering.

For most of my life, I was skilled in organized sports, especially soccer, which I had played for many years. After a successful soccer season my freshman year, I thought that I would make the JV team for sure. At tryouts, I went through the motions of each drill. I breezed through the conditioning tests, doing the bare minimum for each test. I didn’t try as hard as others, as I felt that I was more skillful than most of my peers.

The first day of tryouts came around and I woke up that morning shaking with excitment and shear nervousness. I ate my bagel and chocolate milk, (a pregame ritual of mine) laced up my cleats, and was on my way. The second I got to the field I knew I was in for a long day. Most of the guys were double my size and looked like they were professionals. After a few days of the long, hard, and grueling tryout process the coaches posted the team on their website. When I saw my name wasn't on the list I felt spiteful, angry, even a little ashamed with myself. I knew I deserved a spot on that team and I was determined to claim it.

Fast forward to the next year, I showed up at tryouts. I was confident, but still nervous considering what happened the year before. As I jumped in the pool I was ready for whatever the coach threw at me. Not once did I get lapped. The coach posted the list, I anxiously looked over it and saw my name. Relieved and overjoyed, I had finally made it. Later that year I even won the coaches award at the banquet. Forget about making the team, I was now an

From an early age, I’ve always played sports. I played soccer, basketball, baseball, football, lacrosse, and golf. I played all of these sports with friends, or on a travel program. I enjoy being outside, being on a team, and being competitive in sports. I am a very athletic person. When some people think of me, their first thought is, “He 's a great athlete. He must be good at every sport”. However, this wasn 't true for me when it came to middle school basketball.

I spent the five years competing to acquire skills and experience. I trained five days a week for ten months leading up to the tryouts. I filmed my practices to analyze my techniques. Tryouts consisted of a morning skills session, the competition, an interview, and a written test. I felt like my morning skills and the written test did not go well; however, the interview and the competition went incredibly well. Unfortunately, when they announced the nominees for the national team, I was not chosen. My dream that I trained so long for had been crushed and there were no second chances. I kept thinking if I had trained harder, studied more, that there was more I could have done.

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.

Even though I worked a lot that's when I realized I hadn’t barely touched a basketball since the year before. I beat myself up about that all day in class until after school when it was time. I went to the first practice terrified expecting it to be last year all over again; that didn’t happen. This year I was the first to finish running, instead of the last. I was ten times more aggressive and confident in myself when I was told to try something new. Somehow I knew how to dribble the basketball ten times better, and my defense was great. I went home so

The lights flicker on as I sit up lazily in my chair. I try to focus on the television screen as it goes black. I attempt to recollect my thoughts of what I had just seen. Then it came back to me, I was watching another one of those same cheesy videos about someone who had overcome failure to accomplish something great. I didn’t give the video any thought because all I could think about was the 8th-grade boy’s basketball tryouts after school. I was excited about the upcoming season and was eager to join the team. I watched and played basketball every day, so I felt confident in my ability to play the game the right way. As tryouts began I noticed the other kids playing extremely well so I exerted myself to step up my game and play their style.

“Rest with me for a moment or two I have a story to tell you.” I have played basketball for six years straight now i'm on the middle school team. This is an intense sport with lots of running and shooting and a lot of getting injured. This sport takes lots and lots of practice. Also lots of teamwork. This is important to me because I want to get a basketball scholarship to go to the University Of Florida and accomplish my dream and become a basketball player of the WNBA(Women's National Basketball Association.) Another reason, is that I wanna make my mom, dad, grandma,and grandpa proud of me . They wanted me to play basketball because I have been so good at it over the years .They want me to succeed and get a scholarship in this sport.Then

I had played since I was in fourth grade and I liked to consider myself mediocre at the least. After about thirty minutes of playing we all decided to start a tournament; two on two. Alex and I decided to be on a team, and there were about six other teams of two that joined in the tournament. With my basketball background and compared to the other teams, I knew Alex and I definitely had a substantial advantage in the endeavor. As I suspected, we won the tournament without much of a hassle, although when we finished, we had been breathing hard, so the sense of accomplish was still prevalent. Little did I know; that cold October night would be the last time I was able to play basketball for seven elongated

Achieving a goal could be such a strenuous task especially if you weren’t born with any talents at all. Some people asked me “How come you choose this particular sport?” Tall or built were crucial to be outstanding but it didn’t divert my thoughts. Coming to America is where basketball caught my attention. I was impressed due to the diversity the school had although making friends were one of my biggest struggles. Moreover, I was shocked there was walking skyscrapers as I walked down the halls. Socializing myself with people who played basketball wasn’t the best idea during that time where prompted me to be a solely stranger. Weekends were my favorite days since my older cousin would bring me to the playground to play basketball. Things were less tense as I went to high school and found comfortable friends having similar interests.

Freshman year of high school i had to go to tryouts for soccer at this time the total number of kids trying out was over 40 and most of the time the team size was only around 35 so i knew there was gonna be cuts. So at the beginning of the week i showed up and we started practice i felt okay throughout conditioning but then when we went to foot skills i knew immediately that i was lacking a lot. The next day came and we worked on passing which i felt comfortable with as i played center mid 8th grade so i felt above average in that area. The third and final day of tryouts we worked on shooting which i was middle of the line but i had never really played forward .

There have been several events that have affected my life. there's times that life will hit you hard that will make you fall over but you will need to get back up and continue what you started. This is how i viewed myself with my ambitious journey of basketball. I was around seven years old when I was bored at home and I turned on the TV and was skipping through the channels and I wanted to see what I was going to be able to watch. I stopped at the sports channel for whatever reason and I remember that it was a Spurs game in the NBA (National Basketball Association). I was in shock seeing people jump all around being able to run from the court coast to coast being chased down by others trying to get the ball through the basket. I saw this particular player at the time on the opposing team Ray Allen from the Boston Celtics. This man had such a dominant presence on the court just getting the ball and being able to shoot the ball in any given time in whatever position he was in either it was going to be contested or open he gets the ball its an automatic scoring machine. This got me very fascinated and i began to start watching basketball since that day. I also wanted to try basketball wanted to play the position Ray allen played a shooting guard, one that is a spot up shooter and is in charge to score from a convertible distance away.