It was a sunny Friday afternoon, Nate and his best friend, Ben, were outside playing basketball for a long time at a local park, which has a basketball court. Nate was worn out, but Ben was still energized. “Well, that’s ten in a row, Nate,” said Ben.
Nate has been desperately trying to win a game against Ben, who had never lost a game against Nate or anyone who didn’t play on the basketball team. Nate never could win because Ben was an athletic, tall basketball player. Nate was twelve years old, short, and slim for his grade, considering that he started school a year early. He does better academically than Ben, but he gets beat in athletics. Two months ago, Nate and Ben both tried out for the basketball team. Ben did amazing on the
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“Basketball is stupid!” exclaimed Nate, throwing the ball on the ground.
His dad saw Nate struggling and went to the court to help him. Nate’s dad was a former basketball player for Nate’s middle and high school. He was a tall, lean man, who did not actually look like Nate’s dad because of his height, but he knew how to play basketball very well. He showed Nate how to properly shoot and other tricks that would help him get better in basketball. He showed him how to drive in and do a lay-up and how to defend people who are bigger, taller, and faster than you and all the tips to beat Ben in a game. He also showed him how to trick the other player by pretending to go forward so they also move forward and then you step back, shoot, and make it.
“You have to dribble like this,” said Dad, showing Nate how to dribble between his legs.
Nate learned from him and started to get better. He never felt this way before. He had confidence that he was going to win, and nothing was going to take that away.
“How do you know all this?” questioned Nate to his father.
“Well, I told you before that I have played basketball before for your school,” explained Dad.
“Yeah, I know, but how do you still remember how to play?” implored Nate. “Also, how are you still this good?”
“Well, son, when you are gone at school, sometimes, I bring my buddies over and play a little game of basketball.” he said.
“My team always wins because I’m on it,” he said, grinning.
He helped Nate regain confidence and
High school basketball superstars Danny Wilcox and Terrell Jamerson are going to a summer camp to play basketball, when they first get there no one notices Danny but then he starts to improve his playing style. Then Terrell gets mixed in with a bad reporter and gets Terrell "lit". Danny knows from the time he sees Terrell's eyes and he tries to get him eye drops before anyone sees him and that’s just when Danny's father walks in and he knew too. Danny and Terrell get benched for a game and of course they loose that game. Then when they come back they win almost every game and make it to the championship round and
The book “Last Shot” shows what a basketball game is really about. It doesn't just show you the game and who wins; It shows you how all the competitors need to prepare immensely to attempt to win. It shows you how the players could throw everything away with their grades or selling team merchandise for a maximum profit. During the read of this book, you are Stevie Thomas, teen writing contest winner. You get to experience the time of your life (at least from his perspective), which is going and reporting at the Men’s Basketball NCAA Tournament Final Four. You discover what the reporters have to go through and maybe what the players are told to do. Basketball is much more than just the game, it’s life.
His first game playing basketball he was nervous; his hands were sweating and his legs were shaking, almost as if he couldn't stand up at all. His teammates were trying to encourage him to not be so nervous and to just try to have fun.
“Why were you not at practice Matthews?¨ ¨I don’t know what’s with you and this mindset that you have nothing left to learn, but you need to work on your technique every once in awhile. Well at least do not ignore me.” Tyler tied his shoes and strapped them. He tried to loosen up in the small time accessible to him since as usual being the lowest weight class on his team at 132 pounds. But this was not a bother to him as it was for most kids at this level, in fact, he loved it, not only was he the opening act, but he also got to set the tone for the rest of the matches for the day. They announced his weight class shortly after the forfeits his team had to give up due to their lack of players. Tyler lined up, shook hands and it was begun.
“I feel like, a lot of times, students don’t even know that there’s games, and I feel like if students did know that there were games, maybe some more people would show up.”
“We played basketball or baseball for hours and hours. We believed that if we got good enough,
“Cause I’m back. They play
As he began walking down the street, on a windy cold spring morning, passing through the violence and hearing the sounds of cats and dogs barking and meowing, he made his way to the school gym. The floors were as shiny as a bald person’s head. He wasn’t really into the whole tryout thing. He had a fear about breaking his ankles. After watching the famous basketball player Kevin Ware who landed on his right ankle and broke it, he was scared from then on.
DeAndre had just remembered he had basketball practise today. He has always been scared to go to practise because all the kids would make fun of him because he didn’t have all the great stuff like the other children.
The year is 2004, all the Portland boys are playing street ball at the park. All the kids are anywhere between 16 to 35. Damian, built like a tank, is 14 and about 5’8”. The competition in the neighborhood is uncomparable. Even at 14, Damian is easily the best player out of the group. The reason he is so good, is because of his work ethic. Damian spends every possible second at the park or in the gym. Damian is a hard worker, coach-able, and compassionate, and humble.
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.
October of 2015 arrives, Monte Vista Elementary school informed us that there are basketball tryouts and basketball season will come soon. I have been practicing non-stop after last year’s tournament. I had one goal that year, and it was to get to the championships. I tryout and impress the other players around me. A paper of the names who made
The first game has been played for Josh’s basketball team and he did not do very good at all. He understands that he is rusty because he hasn’t played in a basketball game since last season, and his teammates play all year round. His team still won, but he doesn’t feel like he contributed to the win at all. He almost feels like every time he got the ball he messed up. He also feels like his teammates and the coaches have no confidence in his playing. The worst thing is that he knows that he can do better, he’s just not showing it.
The first thing to practice on is dribbling. Dribbling is one of the most crucial skills to have. Good dribbling enables the player to move around more and get to places quicker. The best way to improve this skill is to dribble 2 basketballs, one in each hand. This task will be especially hard for the secondary hand, but improvement should be noticed within a few moments. Once the
Well, This is a story about a young man, he was not too short but not very large either, he was about five feet four inches tall. He love basketball, at this moment he is about ten . He tells his dad that he likes basketball and that’s what he wants to play and take part in. Although his father wanted him to be a baseball player, he still asked him. His dad was a mean person, he wanted what he wanted with no care for anyone else feelings, so of course he said no James, you will be a baseball player and that’s final. At that moment in time James was dedicated to be a basketball player.