Personal Narrative Essay : Playing Basketball

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

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I began playing Basketball freshmen year as a way to release my emotions and forget the thoughts that gave me stress or made me overthink. My coaches gave me the nickname of “Mean Darline” because of how tough and aggressive I would get when being on defense. Little did they know that I wasn’t good at that position because I loved Basketball but because it maintained me calm and allowed me to express myself in a socially approved activity. When the season was finished and I retired from Basketball after my sophomore year I went back to going to the gym three to four times a week. Gym workouts or any physical activity is great to rechannel one’s unacceptable impulses without others criticizing us for our actions.

Basketball has been the passion of my life since I was 4 years old. I've always had a competitiveness or desire to not lose. That's why my sophomore year of high school was the worst, but best year of my life. As a freshman I was on JV and had tremendous success. The next year I anticipated a starting varsity role. I couldn't wait, expecting a year even better than the last. All the success I had as a freshman didn't translate as smoothly.

Smack! Everyone could hear the sound of Billy getting smacked by Bob and Billy was on the floor with a big red mark on the side of his head. Everyone was shocked that Bob hit Billy for no reason but the next thing you know everyone is fighting in the middle of the basketball court and all the parents,referees,and kids were all trying to get to Bob and some of the parents were protecting Bob.

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Olah I’m Josie,I'm from mexico i'm gonna play basketball and i'm in the finals surprisingly. My competition names are Charlie,Austin,Aaron,Jonathan,and Michael. They been playing games for a long time i'm guessing. they are shooting hoops practicing. My teammates are Charlie and Michael which i'm not complaining or anything. My team's strategy is to pass it to one person every time and then switch to confuse our competitors. We start off when the horn goes off and we get the ball first. My teammates were eager to win so we kept passing it like we planned. We quickly pass it to one player then shoot it and make it.we have 1 minute and it's 25 to 30 we have 25 so we pulled ourselves together and get back in the game. We catch up and it's tied

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If there’s any lone reason I play basketball I would word it as, “One game of basketball can teach a young man lessons that will help him branch out into the world”. Each quarter of basketball teaches different skills.

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Cheers, yelling, and excitement were all over the bleachers. It seemed as if we were in a NBA game. Volleyball cheers from our teammates. “ GO BLUE! “ from everyone's parents. Scores were really close. 20 to 19. The other team serves the ball to us. It came really fast and hard. My teammate hit it but it was a bad pass. So I sprint to go bring it back to the game. I get to it and hit it really hard. Finally my team brings it back into the other team's side. I run back and trip. “No big deal”, I say to myself. However I felt my ankle sprain. I was in pain and I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked coach for a sub. I felt the warm tears running thru my cheeks. I took one for the team and subbed back in. Finally we hit game point. It seemed as of

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