My Love Of Basketball

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

One of the greatest lessons I have learned as a high school athlete has been how to overcome adversity and to be resilient after failure. As with any sport, particularly basketball, many valuable character traits and qualities are obtained such as: an incredible work ethic, a competitive nature, and the ability to be an effective leader. If I had not been a basketball player, I would be lacking some of the important characteristics that make me a well rounded and whole person.

When I was younger, basketball was all I wanted to play, it just looked like so much fun. In fifth grade I had my parents sign me up for CYB, then in sixth grade I tried out for middle school basketball and played all the way up until ninth grade. In middle school when I was in eighth grade I was awarded the captain position and that helped me build leadership and responsibility. All of the players especially the younger ones knew they could always come to me at any time if they needed anything or help with anything. High school basketball was a lot different than middle school. In middle school I was one of the star players so I played a lot but in high school that changed. I sat the bench a lot that taught me patience and understanding even

Everyone has that certain thing that makes them who they are. That certain thing for me is soccer. It’s my hobby, my biggest interest, and my passion. Soccer isn’t just a sport for me, it’s my life. It has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I have played the intriguing game of soccer since I was four years old, and I have loved it ever since.

My love for baseball started a long time ago when I was still a little kid, I Must have been six or seven years old. I could not have been younger than this, although I can vividly remember the experience as if it was yesterday. It was actually the very first time that my dad volunteered to take me to a real baseball game, he must have seen my love for baseball due to the fact that I loved playing catch when I was a young boy. From this observation he must have seen a future baseball player. He was also a baseball player, so baseball was not actually new to the family. I had the thought that I might have been a basketball star, however i enjoyed baseball too much and was much to short to be much good at basketball.

I attended all training sessions and spent a great amount of time playing basketball since the thrill of winning games, of becoming better pushes me forward. I believed my efforts are worthy, since I had the advantage over other players in speed and keen awareness, and I trained harder than others every day. Basketball was the only thing on my mind. Then the time came to assemble the official school team to participate in formal basketball games. I thought for all my efforts

Basketball became a place where I could exhibit my talent and it has been so for the past 7 years. Each time I play a match, I set a target for myself to be the top scorer of that game. I only settled for the best. The feeling of a 3 point shot swishing into the net and blocking a shot from my opponent left me feeling immensely satisfied and cool.

We only had two games left and I was determined to play. By the next game I was suited up and ready to play. My ankle was still swollen and still a bit tender. By the end of the first quarter I was practically in tears. What was I to do in this situation? The team was counting on me and I refused to let them down. Nothing was the same, I couldn't run as fast, my reaction time was slower with the fear that I might injure my ankle even worse. We won the game by a landslide a girl on my team was fouled shooting a Hail Mary. There was no time left on the clock and she made all 3 free throws giving is a one point lead. The next game coach noticed me limping a little and insisted that I stay out and rest for a little because track season was right around the corner. Of course it had already started it always runs into basketball season. I thought long and hard and determined I would I test the water. I went through warm ups, ran up and down the court a few times, did some ankle exercises, I still wasn't sure if I should go for it or not. I told my coach and she looked bummed but she told me she cared more about my health and told me to sit up closer to her. This was one of the most important games of the year. In order to get into playoffs we had to win this game. Everything was looking bright until two of our starting five fouled out in the beginning of the fourth quarter. I was nervous and really anxious to see how this would unfold.

Watching movies is a great way to learn and study different interpersonal relationships. A lot of them are just like real life situations that happen every day between people. One of my favorite movies is Love and Basketball. I chose to talk about this movie because in my opinion it really focuses on the relationship of the two main characters. There are good moments and bad ones in their relationship with one another. I also believe there are a lot of different things the characters could have done and said that would have made communicating with each other a lot easier. It’s one of my favorite movies and I have learned a lot about communicating from it.

Boring. That is the first word that pops into someone's head when I ask them to describe this beautiful sport. They either say the sport is too boring, too complicated, or just lengthy to both watch and play. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, no doubt. But the sport of baseball is one that has always mesmerized my brain when I play/look at it. It is perhaps the best metaphor to describe life, and also the best metaphor to describe me.

Basketball has always been an easy sport for me. I was the team captain and one of the carriers of the team. I was quite confident in myself and knew the consequences of not playing. But when I became a freshman in high school and could not play on the middle school team I had one option, to play on the varsity team. I was nervous because I had made friends on the middle school team but did not know the dynamic of the varsity team. When the first practice rolled around I was anxious.

My passion for North Carolina basketball began the moment I understood what basketball was. One evening while we were watching a game, my father, a graduate of the University of North Carolina, declared me a fan of the Tar Heels. Without any objection, I made the decision to be a fan. Little did I know that I would have countless memories on account of this decision.

So we started practicing and my foot hurt when I walked so I walked on my heal and it didn't hurt so when we started doing our cheers. When I jumped and landed it really hurt so I sat out of practice. I

Playing basketball in elementary was always fun in P.E. but it was something that I wanted to do against real competition and not the crazy kids everyday kids in P.E. class. I first tried out for my elementary basketball team in the third grade which was the minimum grade they allowed kids to play basketball. Even though I was very shorter and smaller than the other kids I luckily made the team and it made me very happy. One day I gave my opinion to the coach regarding bettering the team thinking I could be very helpful. Unfortunately, he didn’t think so and thought I was insulting his knowledge about the game which they started a series of disagreements throughout the season. Eventually he put me off the team that year and every year afterwards. After being put off the team I told myself I would just do as the coach says even though I knew that I was right. A year past and I eventually tried out for my middle school team. I made the team and It was a whole different experience for me. I bettered myself throughout those years and carried my love of basketball into my high school years.

Sports are one of the few commonalities that the entire world shares. Even though certain countries focus on the competitive activities more than others, sports are still universal. Particularly, The United States of America is very invested in the sporting world. Millions of Americans watch sports on a weekly basis, whether it is on the television or in person at an event. In addition, there are tons of clubs and organizations that both youth and adults can participate in, either leisurely or competitively. Needless-to-say, sports are a major part of the American culture.