Personal Narrative Essay: If We Were In A Basketball Team

I sat with my head sunken into my hands, my eyes were burning, and my head was spinning. I was sitting on the bench during the final minutes of what would be the last basketball game that I would ever play. I had played basketball for over fifteen years, and I had never imagined how I would feel once it was all over. My high school team had made it to the region semi-finals during my senior year, and we had to play Bearden. It turned out to be my last basketball game, because my team had lost. I never realized how much basketball had impacted my life until that game. I knew that basketball was important to me, but I never thought that it would lead me to where I am today, especially a single game.

An all time favorite activities of me to do and to watch is basketball. Basketball is something I relish because it's exciting and really affecting, I started playing when I was in fourth grade. When I became attentive in basketball it was because I was trying out sports that year and I determine I admired it and really, enjoying it. Basketball is something my dad, and my brother plays, too. My brother and I try to practice, and learn from each other when we both have the time to practice.

My basketball team had just finished traveling Connecticut winning game after game to end up finally making it to the state championships, coming in second place by a small margin. I was energized and felt insurmountable. This attitude quickly changed however, as a result of undertaking a new sport in the fall season of my freshman year: cross country.

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.

Even though I tried so hard, I couldn’t defend the seeming monster-of-a-girl who looked like she had already gone through puberty five years ago. I was still in elementary school and our basketball team made it to the in-house state basketball tournament. Before we even started the game, we knew it was going to be a challenge. They had size on their side and we, the little go-getters, had the naive passion to win. I had never practiced or experienced the post position before but for some reason Coach Derek decided to put me in to guard the tallest, biggest, and most skilled girl on the opposing team. Maybe he was unaware or maybe he truly believed in me but the expectations to do well increased exponentially. I got in there and wasn’t

I cannot remember the day I first held it in my hands. The notion yielded to be genuine. Over time, the game of basketball converted into a textbook. It is a textbook that is thrown away by the irresponsible student but cherished by the resolved. It is not a textbook to be skimmed through or forgotten in a locker. It is a textbook where each lesson is invaluable and could be interpreted in various ways each time it is read. People who see it as just another commodity are ignorant towards the textbook but for me, I see every page as priceless paintings. To the capable mind, the textbook is not a collection of valuable paintings, it was a study guide to succeed in life.

I would like to think that I would consider myself an expert in a lot of areas. I like playing factual games like millionaire where I do exceptionally well. The one area that I believe that I am a “true” expert would be in the game of basketball. Basketball has been a big part of my life ever since I picked up a basketball at the age of 2. Through my life I have always loved basketball. I practiced basketball with a hoop in the back yard in many different weather conditions such as, snow, rain, cold and heat. I watched all sorts of videos on YouTube on how to improve my game and have watched countless hours of college and NBA games. While watching games I analyze on what teams are doing and what should be done. This could be whether a team

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.

Right before the basketball game I was really nervous.I kept on missing my shots.And I kept on telling my friends that I was nervous.

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

I was born into a family that was immersed in sports culture. Ever since I was an infant, my parents would take me to watch my brothers soccer games and while I didn’t comprehend all aspects of the game, I knew in my heart that I wanted to be the preeminent soccer player in the world and make my brothers proud. When I was six, my mother registered me into the “Spokane Valley Jr. Soccer Association”. I spent incalculable hours kicking and dribbling around in my backyard envisioning myself as the world’s best player, leading my team to the world championship. Fast forward 8 years and I was now on a nationally ranked premier team with all my childhood companions. We practiced five days a week and competed year round, traveling all over the West coast for tournaments. I considered myself not only a founding member of the team, but an integral player.

This is just amazing, I was walking in the store and some random guy came up.

It’s the beginning of October: tryouts. Coach was explaining how last year was bad. “But this year is going to be different”, said Coach. “We will fight, we will go nonstop, and we will win. After tryouts we got our team, probably not the best, but we were still good. From then on, we practice. Practice until we done the exercises right.

The floor was a reddish orange tile that was very slick and hard to run on. The walls were a tannish tin that was not very soft when you ran into it. It had bleachers on both sides of the basketball court. It was a very small basketball court. The bleachers behind the benches for the basketball team were very small, they were for the the visitors.

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