Personal Narrative: My Expectations Of Playing Basketball

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.

“Come on guys,” I yelled. I heard the screech of the referee’s whistle. Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line and our team’s championship hopes, being foremost on our team’s minds, was all coach could scream about. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he yelled out. “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.” That got the whole team riled up as we rushed back onto the court. The crowd, encouraging as always, yelled out their approval on the fact that we were giving it our all. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, something special had to happen or we were done for the season.

I see myself in the NBA or the NFL, making enough money to have a house and food for my family. I will be visiting my family on my off days and helping them with what they need, and making sure I take care of myself, and keeping myself in shape. I’m going to be in the NBA, hopefully on the Chicago Bulls; my favorite team in the NBA because it's my home state. My favorite player Derrick Rose is on their and that team is a good team. My school has a basketball team I got people in my school that can help me with my goals. In five years I see myself you're in a basketball or a football team, having good grades and keeping my healthy. I'm going to be the oldest child in my house I'm I have to watch out for them especially my little brother Daniel.

I fell in love with basketball 7 years ago. What began as a few trial trainings gradually grew into a deep passion for the sport. I realized that I had the flair for it as doing moves like layups came to me very naturally. All I had to do was to observe my coach do an example once, practice the move a few times, and I got it.

Last year, in seventh grade I decided to try out for basketball after the first day of tryouts I was not confident that I was going to make the team because I could not make a shot. The next day we had another try out I was ready to play. I came out and played well which made me feel better about the tryout. After the third day of tryouts I was not to confident that I would make the team. When I got the email that I made the team I was juiced I jumped all over my room. The first practice I was ready to play. I knew that coach Faust didn't mess around when it came to basketball. Practice was miserable I was so tired from doing “suicides” and running around the track. Our team couldn't do any of the drills successfully so we ended up running extra. On the second day of practice we started doing much better and making some shots.

When I was younger, basketball was all I wanted to play, it just looked like so much fun. In fifth grade I had my parents sign me up for CYB, then in sixth grade I tried out for middle school basketball and played all the way up until ninth grade. In middle school when I was in eighth grade I was awarded the captain position and that helped me build leadership and responsibility. All of the players especially the younger ones knew they could always come to me at any time if they needed anything or help with anything. High school basketball was a lot different than middle school. In middle school I was one of the star players so I played a lot but in high school that changed. I sat the bench a lot that taught me patience and understanding even

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.

Basketball time. Halfway through the season. It was game night. I was nervous. I always got nervous for basketball games. So after school I’m getting all my stuff ready and I’m putting on my basketball uniform. I had to get fired up. So I listened to some Kanye West. Ok. I was ready. My mom drove me to my game. I put my bag in the locker room. I go out on the court and warm up with the other girls. I’m getting even more nervous. BUUZZZ. That’s the buzzer. Time to go bring it in. Our coach talks to us and tells us the play to run first. I wasn’t a starter or anything. So I sat on the bench waiting to go in. The jump ball had started. Our team got the ball. During half of the first quarter, Coach told me to go in. I went in. I did my part and I played ok.

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.

From the earliest exposure to algebra and basic equations, students are taught that subtracting something from only one side of the equation unbalances it, until one adds an equivalent expression to that side. I never realized that this could have an application outside of purchasing large quantities of fruit until my basketball career came crashing down. My coach told me before my sophomore season, “Zack, you will be in the rotation.” I later learned that he meant the water boy rotation until one game, where I experienced the thrill of playing for twenty four seconds. For twelve years I equated winter with basketball, but with my realization that my time as a basketball player was over, I suddenly had an equation where winter equaled zero.

The day was October 8th, 2014. I hardly played. One school day, my 5th teacher, Ms. Smit said, “flyers for the basketball team on the table” ordinarily I took one. Kids from 4th, 5th, and 6th grade came to try out for the team. After tryouts, a paper next to the nurse's office was hung up. The paper sheet named those who had made the team. Surprisingly, I made the team, most likely from my height. I felt like I shouldn’t have made the team. At the time, I barely started to play basketball. I went to the practices at school and tried to make myself a little bit better, since a tournament was about to begin in a few weeks.

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.

“ No athlete is truly tested until they've stared an injury in the face” [unknown author]. Ever since I could remember basketball has been my favorite sport. I remember signing up for basketball in fifth grade, not really sure if I even wanted to play. My mom walking in with me telling me that I would be good at basketball if I just tried. She also said if I didn't like it that I didn't have to play anymore as long as I made a good effort. After I signed my name on that paper there was no turning back. The first practice was the worse for me I had my friends which wasn't bad but, I didn't know how to do anything. All my friends had been playing basketball since second or third grade so basketball came easy to them. I thought about quitting right then and there but I told myself I gotta keep trying even if I'm not that good. Forward a few years later in middle school I had the basics of basketball down pack and that's when I fell in love with the sport. I got the position I always wanted to play point guard, the point guard is one of the most important players on the team. It's also one of the most difficult positions because you have to come up with a play on the spot. You have to read what

I fell deeply in love with the game of basketball when I was living in Springfield, Illinois. Starting back in fourth grade I used to be outside playing a game called knockout it was always so fun I always enjoyed it. From the beginning I always played it just because I enjoyed it but as time went by I begin to fiend to play the game it became my lifestyle. I remember in 6th grade at Grant middle school I tried out for basketball and we were playing the eighth graders I had I had about 10 points and I hit a buzzer beater 3 in someone’s face. That is probably my one of the first great things I did with basketball. But then we moved to Anna, Texas and I couldn’t play because they don’t have a 6th grade team. Even then I still played around I

This situation happened during my sophomore year when I missed the last shot which cost my team the championship game. The game was intense, there was about five minutes left in the game and we were ahead by one point. After the opposing team scored taking the lead, we took the ball out of bounds for a throw in. My teammate didn’t see the opposing player and threw the ball right to him allowing them to score yet another two points. There were two minutes and thirty seconds left. The game was scoreless until the last forty-five seconds of the game. Then it happened. I shot a long three pointer tying the game, with the assist coming from my reliable ally. The crowd was on their feet, high-pitched screaming and cheering the Spartans to victory. There was now 30 seconds remaining in the game, and the opposing side called for a timeout to take a breather and come up with a play. We got back on the court with the crowd still roaring like a lion in the wild. During the last 15 seconds, the opposing team scored a basket. We called for a timeout to arrange a play for our offense. The coach wanted me to catch and shoot off the screen. The pressure was on, and I became anxious and worried as if my heart was about to burst out of