Happening Truth During a basketball game we had I had gotten into the game and like all Northwood basketball games, we were losing. It was constantly getting the ball inbounded, getting pressed, and turning over the ball for them to score. They were garbage though so we had a standing chance. There was a total of 30 seconds left on the clock and I drove the ball out and kicked it to our point guard to shoot a three, which he hit. We were down by four then we had to foul and they shot two foul shots because it was the rule. They made both the foul shots and I came down the court with 13 seconds and we were down by 6 so I shot a floater from the three point line after a kid bumped into me, so I tried to draw the foul, and it …show more content…
There was a sub here and there, but in the end the players I subbed in with were the players that I played the final minutes of the game with. As the clock went down it felt like it was taking forever, turnovers, fouls, out-of-bounds, a bunch of stuff slowing down the clock. As the clock was in the final minutes, to me it felt like I've been in the fourth quarter for hours. The score was close at the time, but they got the better of us and we ended up being down by seven and I took the ball down the court and drove in and like they expected I kicked the back back out to our point guard who I told to shoot the ball when he got it, shot a deep three from the volleyball line and it seemed like the ball was in the air for at least 10 seconds before it finally hit nothing but net. Everybody jumped up and started cheering, which is odd for an away game. We got back on defense and I told someone to foul and victor ran up and fouled the player who then got to shoot foul shots. Yet again, it felt like it took a few minutes for the foul shots and when I looked at the clock there was 30 seconds. Our point guard couldn't dribble to his left so I got the ball and I waited at the three point line to I saw someone run at me so I decided to pump fake the ball and draw the foul for 3 foul shots. He jumped in the air and hit me so I jumped into him and shot a three …show more content…
We already knew we were going to lose, but we were going to show them even when we're down we don't give up. The ball soared through the air and it seemed like it took a few seconds and it swirled in and then fell out. Even if he would have made it, it wouldn't have been enough to bring us up from the loss. We went back to the locker room and usually when we lose, many of us aren't happy. This was not a big game, but to me it was because I had gotten a starting position, hit a three pointer which got me hyped, and we were in a close game. I was upset though that the referee did not call a foul on my three pointer because he hit me hard and I made it, which irritated me because that could have made is game a little better. Overall I was upset because we were so close to winning this game, but I did have varsity coaches watching. The next game we had we had a few players out and it was my position to step up and take a spot. The JV game I had 13 points and then the game after I got to play varsity again. So that was a big game knowing I can be a three point shooter and a clutch player which I got played a lot more and was moved to a shooting guard instead of
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
I played basketball from 3rd grade until 8th grade. I would work my butt off the whole time I remember the last game I ever played. We lost both of are biggest players. One went to play for another team at a different tournament and the other had been elbowed above the eye and had to go to the hospital for stitches. We did not have many kids left who were tall, so we had to push harder to try and win. Everyone wanted to give up because our biggest players were gone but I just wanted to give it all. I pressured the offense as much as I could, trying to steal the ball for a fast break because with my skills the best way for me to score was a lay-up. I would swat at any shot, dive at any loose ball, and throw myself into anywhere to keep it out of the other teams hands, but my team had already given up. Right then and there I was so disgusted that when the game was over I decide
The Bildungsroman method is defined as a type of novel concerned with the education, development, and maturing of a young protagonist. Speak, written by Laurie Halse Anderson, is a novel in which we observe as Melinda Sordino progresses through her life in her junior year of high school. However, Melinda Sordino is a rape victim, and has not come to terms with it. Due to this, we witness Melinda progress through the stages of Bildungsroman in her freshman year. Innocence, challenge, and eventual maturity. By looking at Melinda Sordino's innocence and childish behaviors at the beginning of the novel, her struggles and challenges, and her eventual maturity towards the end of the novel, it is evident that Speak is a coming-of-age novel.
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.
Soon as I got off the bus, I rushed into my house, threw my book bag and jacket off onto the floor and ran to my room to get dressed for my game. When I finished getting dressed, my teammates and I went over to my friend Josiah’s house and hung out for a little before the game. We went out to eat, played, joked and even played a little pick-up game on his hoop in front of his house. As we left to go to the game, inside the van I started to get more excited and more nervous. I plug in my headphones to block out the noise and to get hyped up for the game that we would be playing in just one more hour. When we arrive at Boo Williams Sport Complex, where we were going to be playing at, I saw a variety of teams playing and there were so many different basketball courts.Watching how good these teams were made me think about how good the teams we were going to be playing. After I got to thinking about it, I was extremely nervous to the point where I thought I was going to throw up. The gym smelled like a bunch of basketballs and sweat, it smelled very bad. As we walk to our court to warm up I finally get to see the team that we were playing, at first sight they didn’t look too good. After warming up, my coach calls the starting lineup and calls my name for it. At tip-off I got more and more confident the more I touched the ball. Only about three minutes in I shoot my first three pointer and it goes in. As the game comes to the end my coach names me the MVP and I finished the game with nine points and no turnovers, we beat the opposing team 37 to 21. Our jovial game ended as a big
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
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.
Coach Randy had told us all season long that when we lose a game, we lose the game together. The Salvation Army gym smelled like fresh popped popcorn, with anxious parents on the bleachers, hoping and praying for a miracle. Coach had me tip off, I lost it, but my team ended up with the ball, and threw it to me and we put the first points on the board. It was back and forth effort, and my team started to pulling away just before halftime, and the other team called timeout. They started playing really well and we we’re tied by halftime. The odds were against us in every way as we went into the second half.
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
Play by play, we played good D, made deep shots, and made all our contested layups. At the end of the game we won, 45-28! We crushed them in the second half, and at that moment I knew we could beat our #1 rival, St Augustine's. A month and a half later after all these practices and scrimmages, gameday! December, it was snowing so hard that if you went outside and took more than 10 steps, you would slip and fall. It was as cold as Alaska!! So my mom was taking me to the basketball game at Saint Anthony's and once she started driving, the car made a weird uncommon sound. She ignored the sound and then she continued to drive, so after a good 5 minutes the car started to slip and slide. The game was so close from starting and my mom started thinking I couldn’t go. Once she said that I rapidly answered and said “NOOO mom I have to go”. I started getting nervous because if I miss the game everyone was going to ask me “ why wasn’t I at the game”. Later on, my mom says I am not going to drop you off to the game. The game started at 7:00 and the time at the moment was 7:05. I was panicking and was so upset that I was late to the
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
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
In the Propaganda as Vision, Ken Kelman is summarizing the film called Triumph of the Will. The documentary footage mainly displays Hitler and the nation. It covers the events of the Nazi Party Rally. “The propaganda is the myth of resurrection of Germany to its ancient heroism through the medium of one man, Adolf Hitler, the savior.” Propaganda is everywhere we go. Sometimes is good and sometimes it’s not good. One example of bad propaganda would be fast food chains. They are always advertising that their foods are heathy and fresh made. They add big vocabulary words of healthy ingredients just to trick us.
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
Playing basketball in elementary was always fun in P.E. but it was something that I wanted to do against real competition and not the crazy kids everyday kids in P.E. class. I first tried out for my elementary basketball team in the third grade which was the minimum grade they allowed kids to play basketball. Even though I was very shorter and smaller than the other kids I luckily made the team and it made me very happy. One day I gave my opinion to the coach regarding bettering the team thinking I could be very helpful. Unfortunately, he didn’t think so and thought I was insulting his knowledge about the game which they started a series of disagreements throughout the season. Eventually he put me off the team that year and every year afterwards. After being put off the team I told myself I would just do as the coach says even though I knew that I was right. A year past and I eventually tried out for my middle school team. I made the team and It was a whole different experience for me. I bettered myself throughout those years and carried my love of basketball into my high school years.