Personal Essay: Ball Is Life

It was a hot summer day in Hammond, Louisiana and I was pouring down sweat like I had just jumped in a pool. The game was just about to begin, me and my team was eagle eyeing the bomb squad. It was so quiet that you could hear your own sweat hitting the bench. The umpire broke up everyone’s concentration by saying, “play ball”! The defense had ran out on the field and I started rolling ground balls from 2nd to short-stop to third base. They had all made good throws back to me and then I threw the ball into the dug-out because the game had begun.

I have been playing basketball ever since I can remember. My family has always been very athletic. My siblings played basketball as well as my parents. My grandma told me a story about how I used to shoot a little basketball into a 10 foot hoop and I would make it. I play in the point guard position. I work very hard at what I do so that makes me advance in my skill for the sport. When I really started to realize I had a passion for it was in 6th grade. We had a lot of new people therefore our team didn't blend great. But even with my team being the way it was I still put everything that I had into it. Two things at the end of the season happened to me that made me realized that if I worked at it I could do great things. One parent on the

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 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.

I was running down the field putting my hands out to catch the ball but I had to dive and when I did the ball crushed my finger. I missed the catch but kept playing in the process.I had a feeling that it was it not just jammed but it was that important because it was 4th down and I had to get the first so I didn’t stop. The next play I had to do a long pass and I decided to do a hail mary. During the whole period of time my finger was throbbing and when I caught the ball in the next play was the worst pain of that year.

I was third in line, sweating in the hot sun, I squinted so I could see better but the sun was to hot.

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It was a cloudy fall day. I was outside my house playing kickball. I loved playing kick ball, it was my favorite game to play outside. I was at first base when my neighbor, Jessie Walkovich, walked up from the cul de sac to home plate ready to kick. I watched as my other neighbor, Jeffrey, pulled his arm back and let go of the ball. I could see it rolling towards Jessie. When she kicked the ball, it came rolling right to me. Quickly I got set and the ball rolled right into my hand, but it squashed my pinky finger. I got Jessie out and threw the ball back to Jeffrey. My finger started to hurt, it was like a heart pounding in my finger. I looked down and my pinky and it did not look normal.

I am from the sound of a buzzing phone. I am from the sound of a squeaky gym as I hear the THUMP of a soccer ball.

"What are you doing?! Ding dong!" Coach Bullog screamed. Next thing I knew, I was being slammed to the ground, and all went black.

In basketball I started in 5th grade which, at the time, seemed later than a lot of the people i knew. I never really saw myself as a good player especially when i

The crowd was roaring in delight, watching Arnold hit the time after Rowdy elbowed him in the face. Running over to Arnold I saw his eyes roll up in his head, tongue hanging out like a dog.

It was a nice summer morning, the birds were chirping, sun was rising and I was ready to play some basketball. I was on an AAU basketball team along with 8 other guys my age. Our tournament was right here held in West Fargo. We had a total of 3 games today. Two of the games went good, the other one not so well. One of these games I will always remember because of my performance.

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When I was eleven years old, I joined a parks and recreation basketball team with a majority of my friends. On my first practice, their were a ton of people I knew, and a lot of people I didn't know. This made me feel like I needed to get to know the kids I didn't know before our games because you have to be able to communicate with your teammates. During our drills, we were told to pass the ball to a teammate and have a person shoot the ball in the basket. In basketball, It is important to have good team chemistry with the other players so I knew I had to talk with the kids I didn't know as well. Then it was my turn to pass the ball to the other player, I gave him a solid pass and told him great shot after he made the basket. By telling