Personal Narrative: A Career As A Basketball Player

Walt Disney was fired because his editor felt that he “lacked imagination and had no good ideas.” Michael Jordan was rejected from his high school basketball team when he was a sophomore. Thomas Edison’s teachers told him that he was “too stupid to learn anything.” Failure and rejection happens to everyone, even the most famous of people. It can be heartbreaking. But before you go to your room and stain your pillows with tears, remember that it will not ruin your life.

I am in love with the sport of basketball. The feeling of adrenaline I have before the start of a game, the satisfying sound of the swish of a buzzer shot, and the half-time coach-given-tension-filled talks work together to create an atmosphere unlike anything I have ever experienced. I have been playing basketball for as long as I can remember, and when high school finally came, everything intensified. My freshman year, I was placed on the varsity team. I looked forward to practices, tournaments, bus rides, and every inside joke and moment I would get to share with the girls on my team who, as an only child, became sisters to me.

I was in gym class when my teacher suggested that I tryout for the basketball team. As the first day of practice got started, my stomach turned into giant knot of fear. The kind like you get when you are hungry without the growling sound. I was scared and I really didn’t want to show it. I was afraid that my teammates would think I wasn’t good enough. So I went to the basketball court, where we would be practicing a game of basketball.

When I was younger, I wanted to be one of the most extraordinary basketball players in the world. An example of my ambitiousness was revealed one day when I was twelve years old. I was shooting hoops at my house one day and I was getting frustrated. My mother taught me three things to get over my frustration. She told me: don’t overdo things, the pros mess up too, and basketball isn’t the most important thing.

Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line with our team’s championship hopes foremost on our minds. As soon as we were all huddled up, Coach Drew began to lay out his expectations. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he told us. “That’s your job. I’m just going to say that right now, to us, this is a championship game. If we win this, we move on to the championship. If not, at least let us fall valiantly.” We rushed back onto the court, riled up at the thought of our coach’s inspiring speech. The crowd, encouraging as always, chanted our names. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, we had no choice but to do something special.

When I was at a young age, I started to develop a love for the game of basketball. It helped me in many ways. It gave me something to do with my spare time and it helped me with whatever problems I may have had going on. For many people, their escape is different music, reading, or alone time. Whatever it may be, we all have one and I found that mine was basketball.

After playing basketball for six years, you start to grow into the game and learn to love it. This will be my sixth year playing and I love the game of basketball, there's so much excitement. I've played with the same girls over these years, and I consider them my second family because we are so close.

She is running like the wind, a bead of sweat dripping from her face. Just a little bit longer until she reaches the finish line. Just a little bit. And she is there, the stand is erupting, shouting in glee. A new world record had just been set! This track and field star is none other than the Olympic gold medalist, Jackie Joyner-Kersee. A few years before, Babe Didrikson Zaharias sped past the same line of triumph. Both ladies are known for their talent in multiple sports. These ladies are thought to be two of the best athletes of all time, and are an inspiration for all young athletes.

If i had this job would try to get in the best shape, and learn as

That one move ended my basketball career but i’m thankful. I’m still here because what the world do without that makes people laugh.Why couldn't I just let the other team get the ball it’s all my fault that I tried to be a showoff. I’m thankful that didn't have to wear a cast for the rest of my life.

This summer I played basketball, another thing I did was go swimming. Both of these activities have science involved. Science has to do with they way the basketball bounces and the way that you shoot the basketball. While swimming science is in the way your body is working while you’re stroking.

Basketball is a game of strategy, hustle, and skill. If you can’t handle the pressure, with defenders on your grill, and fans judging every action you make, then it’s not the game for you. I still remember the shot, the float, and the net diving sideways as the ball went in the rim. What a moment, as if it won’t happen again.

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

Typically a loud place for me was momentarily quiet as we were in the sixth inning of our regional final game. I was so focused I stopped hearing the buzzing sound of the consistent mosquitoes buzzing in my ear. It was game time. This was our second try to get to state and win the regional final. This was a goal in the back of everyone's mind. Sixth inning two outs and the title was ours. This was our year, our game. Ranked number one in the conference made going into this game a little more nerve racking. Favored to win had all of my teammates trembling in the hands and weak in the knees. Our pitcher threw a great game, our bats were consistent, the dugout was outstanding. We were digging deep to win the game.

It was a gloomy Friday after school, in physical therapy with my dad for my knee. My knees response to the strenuous exercise it endured had me thinking. Why is my knee still hurting?, Should I really play today? The serious look of doubt that my physical therapist gave me just made my decision to play even harder, but my determination fed my desire to play even more. On the way out of physical therapy, my knee suffocated with kinesiology tape I hear this soft voice, “Simone! Maybe you shouldn't play today, or your knee will not progress,” the therapist said. After the comment, I walked out responding with a sarcastic “Okay I won't.”