Personal Narrative Essay: Happening Truth In A Basketball Game

We were defending the other team and we did not give them any room to shoot the ball. In other words, defending means we tried to stop them from scoring. However, one of their teammates shot a three-pointer and despite the defense we had, he made it. Our hearts sunk as the tears were trickling down our eyes. We lost all hope and thought we lost, so our coach called a time-out. During the time-out our coach motivated us and told us that with thirty seconds remaining in the clock we were still in the game. Also, he made us realized that we had a lot of time to make the last shot and win the game. We inbounded the ball and with our play in motion I decided to pass the ball to my teammate Wisdom as they expected me to take the final shot. As he shot the ball, everyone held their breaths as the ball traveled towards the rim. He missed. Even though there was eight seconds remaining in the game, the other team started celebrating. However, I did not want to lose. Luckily, I stole the ball from the other team and ran for a lay-up as the time dwindled down to zero. Our devastation and our positive attitude paid off when the game

The game was about to start, walking onto the court, warming up and getting ready for tip-off, I had a huge amount of confidence before hand. The game had begun, although, as the game went on, I wasn’t doing as well as I would have liked. It seemed like I couldn’t hit a shot, neither could the entire team.Throughout the game, we were always down, we never lead at any

Our first game was at 9, but the players were supposed to be there at 8, so I thought that I should be there. Because it was a round robin, when I got to the gym East Grand and Steamboat were playing. I was beginning to get nervous because I did not want to let down the players that I was coaching. When the game that was going on reached the fourth quarter, I took my players to the locker room and went over our game plan. The game before ours ended, and my players began to warm up. I was getting more nervous now; this was the first time I had ever coached, and I did not feel like I was qualified enough to be coaching. Sure, I have been playing basketball since third grade, but I did not think that I should be coaching. The game started, and I soon realized that my patience level was not as high as I thought. I never was mean or yelled negatively; I tried to constructively help the players. During the whole game we were doing really well, and I was super happy. The players were running their offense and doing well on defense. During the end of the game I was feeling really well because I knew we were gonna

My stomach twisted at the thought of losing when we pulled into the McDougal High School’s parking lot. I ran into the building where our coach taught us the new positions until it was time to play. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. I jumped up with my feet dangling off the ground and slapped the ball out of its orbit and ran down the court. I could feel my heart beating, I lurched to a screaming halt at the three point line and pushed the ball towards the basket. I shut my eyes hoping it would make it. I heard the ball drop to the ground and the crowd that was erupting with cheers, I opened my eyes and saw my teammates smiling. “That’s a girl!” my coach hollered as I ran towards the sideline and sat down on the bench. We ended up winning by 2 points after two overtime periods.

We had to get the ball in, and someone had to make a shot. I was so nervous in the timeout huddle. I kept looking up at the red numbers on the scoreboard. Breathe, just breathe. Coach had written out a whole play for us. We were going to get the ball into Jocelyn at half court and she was going to dribble in and find a shot or pass to me or Ellie on the wings. I was hoping Jocelyn wouldn’t pass to me. It was 4th grade and I wasn’t very good. The referee’s blew their whistles once, then twice, commanding us to take the court. Neither team was ready to see who would be on top when the buzzer would finally go off. As both teams were getting ready to take the court, the ref set the ball on the line and began counting to five. We threw the whole

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

I narrowed my options down to three schools, the UCLA Bruins, the Purdue Boilermakers, and the San Diego State Aztecs. I wanted to follow in Luc Mbah a Moute’s footsteps and go to UCLA like he did, but then I would have to redshirt a year. Basically it means that

Our car rolled and bounced along the grey and dusty gravel road that reeked of gasoline and exhaust. Finally, we came to the entrance of the patchy green fields to start my first practice. I soon learned that there would be no need to be nervous as we all worked hard on this team and all became friends and were very serious about the sport. Every week we attended the five hours of practice and worked our butts off every practice. Finally, It became time to talk about our first games together that were that weekend. Before practice started coach pulled us aside and talked to us about the tourney. We were excited and prepared, but I think all of us were a little nervous. When we got to the tournament we warmed up for our game and and did some quick warm up drills. The game started and my chest was pounding out of my chest thumping so hard I could feel every beat. FWEEE! The whistle sounded and our team advanced on the field passing and running around. The ball was passed to me and I panicked and passed it right back. I realized that I needed to calm down so took a little break on the bench and settled down and got back out on the

The Homeless Love Basketball Too 3…2…1…BZZZZT. The buzzer sounded and tears flooded my eyes as I sunk to the ground in what felt like slow motion. I couldn’t breathe. As I looked to the left I watched the blue and gold sea of fans as they rushed to file out of the stands as if they were being herded like cattle. As I looked to the right I saw the scoreboard, both making the tears fall faster. This was our shot, one win away from making a state appearance in over eight years and we blew it in the sectional final game. That was the last time I would ever play high school basketball.

That quarter I scored 10 points 2 rebounds and had 4 assists 2 steals and one block the score was 19 to 33 are coach Bennett told us to keep playing hard and keep doing what we are doing. I was guarding the 6,2 guy when he got the ball he did some move that was so fast I didn’t know what happened so I jump up to see if I can block it and when I came down the whistle goes and I got a foul that was my 3rd one in a row so my Dad sent Brody in for me and told me that I need to Guard my man and apparently I didn’t do

The team we were playing was one of the best in the school league. They had good guards and amazing post players. They could make a lot of the shots we missed. We were nervous, but we had made it here and we knew we had to win. It started out rough, our defense wasn’t quite there. We let the guards go by us and the post post up way to easily. At the end of of the first quarter it was 11-2, they were winning. By half time we finally made a

The My dad showed me how to move the girls around without leaving any weak areas on the field. About a quarter of the way through the game, one of the Pocatello forwards got away from our defense on a breakaway. This breakaway resulted in a goal for Pocatello, so the score was 1-0. Right before halftime one of the Pocatello defenders fouled on of the Rigby forwards inside the 18-yard box, consequently, Rigby got a penalty kick (PK). One of the girls that I coached was an excellent PK taker. I had her set up, and take the kick. The ball zipped just inside the right post and into the sidewall of the net The score was now 1-1, we were tied with Pocatello. The ref blew the whistle signaling that it was time for half time. The second half of the game was just as intense as the first. We held them until about ten minutes left, when one of the Pocatello forwards snuck one more goal in, making the score 2-1 Pocatello. We ended up losing the game, but the girls played hard until the very end. After the game we talked about how the tournament wasn't over yet and we still had time to go home with first

We all awaited to hear the starting line up, I was nervous to know if I was going to start. Rumor had it that if you didn't start you didn't play much. Finally after what had felt like an hour. He said that the starting 5 was Anderson, Ronan, Me, Andrew, and Tyler. We were ready to go, we had done way too much practice to lose our first game. The crowd was silent as anderson came up for the tip off I was shaking substiantly as was our team because we were all nervous and didn't want to mess up at our first cornerstone game. Tweet we were off and Anderson won the tip and passed it to me I then passed it to Tyler and he scored. We then stole the ball again and I scored. This happened repeatedly with different people. We ended up winning by 60 points. The next practice we were all messing around and not trying much because we were all still juiced about our past

The Hook Shot It was my junior year and football season was over. We had won the state championship. It was time to relax and enjoy basketball season. Basketball season was always a fun time. I was a grade younger than most of my friends who were on the team. I was always the kid that was brought up to sit on the bench or be the sixth man. I never really got too much playing time, however, sometimes if there was a big man on the other team, or some sort of foul trouble for one of the seniors, I would get in. I had been playing with these same kids since the 6th grade. My role on the team had been the same all the way up to this point. That was ok with me. What I really enjoyed though were all the trips and tournaments and just hanging

In 2014 something happen to me that was amazing. I was at a basketball tournament in big lake. We won our first 3 games and we were in the championship against the other sartell team. The game started and I was nervous because it's against the other sartell team. We were winning by 10 at halftime. Then with 1 minute left they tied it up. I was getting anxious and wanted to win so bad and I got to aggressive and I shoved jack Greenlun in the back on accident. I felt so bad I started crying. I got an intentional foul and they shot two free throws and made both. There was 20 seconds left and we had they ball and my dad called a timeout. We made a play for me to shoot a three to win the game. Logan passed the ball in and I got it. That's when it