Narrative Essay On Middle School Basketball

Basketball was a new experience to me a few years ago, but i never realized I was going to love it. When I was younger, I’ve always wanted to play the sport of basketball, and I got my opportunity to play when I was in fifth grade at Monte Vista Elementary.

Basketball is something you have to acquire a taste for like wine, sushi, or vegetables (I find all of these things unappetizing.) You must also be able to understand the logistics of the game. From my understanding basketball is basically two teams of heavily sweating people running up and down a gym for about an hour or more attempting to score points by shooting a ball into a hoop. One of my friends, a lanky boy named Jeremy, was on my school’s basketball team. He was one of the reasons my friend group decided to spend a good portion of our senior year at basketball games.

I awoke on Friday morning to the smell of crispy bacon and hot eggs, my usual pre-tournament breakfast. I bolted out of bed to get to the kitchen. I devoured that pretty quickly, then headed to get ready for the weekend. I had already packed the night before: 2 uniforms, my swimsuit, pajamas, my bathroom bag, nice clothes for when we go out to eat as a team, and most importantly, my softball bag. I bolted out to the car as soon as I made sure I had everything ready to go. Everything was packed, and we embarked on our long journey to the Quad Cities.

Right before the basketball game I was really nervous.I kept on missing my shots.And I kept on telling my friends that I was nervous.

After 45 minutes passed, we came to the coach and were waiting for the lineup. He showed us and the first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t on the starting lineup. I was confused. We went through the game and won, but I had only played about half of the game. I didn’t understand. The next game came, and I saw that, once again, I wasn’t starting that game. I was starting to get annoyed. After the game, we won again, but this time, I only played about 20 minutes. I started to get frustrated because every game, I had played less and less. I didn’t know why I wasn’t getting the playing time I earned throughout the year. As the tournament progressed, I got 20 minutes, then the next game I got 15, then 10, 10 again. We were winning but I hated not being on the field. Our team earned a spot in the semifinals. It was a late night, and we were at a turf field with stadium lights on. The environment made the game intense but I hated it because I sat on the bench all but 5 minutes. We ended up winning 1-0, therefore, moving on the championship game. I hated this and my parents didn’t understand why I sat so much either. They emailed my coach about the problem and the next day when I

Basketball was my favorite sport growing up. I’ve played since I was little and I still play the game today. I played basketball at my elementary school, St. Cecilia, from Kindergarten till 8th Grade and also played AAU basketball for about 2 years before entering High School. Going into my freshmen year of High School, the first sport I played was basketball. Tryouts began in about the start of November and ended about 2 weeks after. I had made the Freshmen A team. I was excited and as the season progressed, we didn’t win many games but I still had fun playing. Nearing the end of the season, golf was another sport coming up that I also wanted to try and play. I say “try and play” because at the time, I was also going to play AAU basketball. I had set in my mind that I was going to play basketball for all of my four years of high school, but my parents pushed me to tryout for golf. When the basketball season ended, golf tryouts started. Tryouts lasted for about 2 weeks, and I made the JV team. When I found out I made the team, I was very surprised. I hadn’t put in the hard work as others before tryouts came around, but the coach saw potential in me and that I can become a great player. The coach saw so much potential in me, that every week, I kept progressing in skill and fine tuning my mechanics. Halfway through the season, about 4 or 5 weeks after I made the team, my coach gave me the chance to play with the Varsity Golf team for a couple days. I was excited and eager to

One rainy night in November, I arrived to the church gym for my first basketball practice of the season. As I walked in the doors creaked and you could smell the gym floor. As I already heard the basketballs hitting the ground, bouncing up and down. My friends Brittany and Destiny walked in right behind me through the door. That was when we realized we were the only girls surrounded by all guys. As practice came to a start we began to run, it felt like we were never going to stop. Up and down the court as we ran suicides, you could hear the squeaking of shoes as we went from the next line back and then on to the next. Before we started scrimmaging, the two captains were boys. Brittany, Destiny, and I stood in amazement as we were the last three standing there. You could see by their expressions they didn’t want any of us on either team.

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

Our 8th grade basketball team were putting on a show! Opponents would enter bobcat territory where our team would play a hard fight to take another win. Every game spectators are left in astonishment after witnessing determination, willingness, and our spirit until the clock expires down to its last second.

One day in Gym class there were four boys playing basketball, there names were Jimmy who is very small and never gets to play for the basketball team. Then there's Carl who is a starter for the basketball team and is trying to convince coach to put Jimmy in, and finally there's Jeff and Charlie, they both like to bully Jimmy because he’s too small to play.

Growing up, the only thing I looked forward to was playing sports throughout high school. I played basketball, volleyball, and softball in the rec league. It was my favorite thing to do, I loved being active. I was on a traveling basketball team in 5th-6th grade which was a transition from leaving rec sports to traveling with my friends. This is when competing against competitive teams from different towns started.

As I gazed at the neon illuminating from the scoreboard, I felt mentally drained, overworked by the effort poured into this game. With every step I took towards the dented, bench the gymnasium only shrunk in size, making me feel restricted and even more short of breath. I felt out place, as if I was lost in my own backyard. The smell of popcorn from the stands diminished, the shrill from the sneakers gliding on the polished hardwood weakened and the tension from the crowd grew with time dwindling and the gap increasing. I was zoned out to the atmosphere, as if I was trapped in bubble of arguing thoughts. ‘Isaiah! Isaiah focus!’ Coach blew into his whistle incessantly. Looking more stunned then ever I struggled to snap back into reality. ‘Yeah coach I’m

It’s the beginning of October: tryouts. Coach was explaining how last year was bad. “But this year is going to be different”, said Coach. “We will fight, we will go nonstop, and we will win. After tryouts we got our team, probably not the best, but we were still good. From then on, we practice. Practice until we done the exercises right.

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went to the football game where Utica played Hartwick. It was a very cold night but it was a very fun game to watch. The game was Charles A. Gaetano Stadium and we were first sitting in the bleachers but we wanted to go stand on the fence because we saw more of our friends standing over there. We were standing by the far end zone so we got to see a lot of the touchdowns which was fun to watch. My friends and I like going to other sporting events because we like to see how the other sports are played and who is on the team and that we hope people come to our lacrosse games. I have always been a sports guy, for example I always football, basketball, and hockey on tv so it is a lot of fun being able to walk