Personal Narrative: My First Basket

“Bang,” yelled the crowd in unison. We fed off the cheering and screaming home crowd. We used their cheers as our energy. We kept on going. From somewhere in the crowd, I heard someone yell, “come on guys, you’re only down one now.” A harsh realization dawned on me. For all of the glory in the three pointer we just made, we were still losing, and we only had 11 seconds to change that. Inbound, foul; within seconds, their team was at the free throw line shooting two free throws. “The first free throw is…good.” A hush fell over the home crowd. Everyone knew what that meant. It meant that now, the only way to win the game is by the means of another three pointer, and that is only if he misses this next shot. If not, our only chance is to tie the game with a three

Looking out the window in the car, I feel the butterflies in my stomach. Tommy and I have been talking about this almost all year and it’s finally time for John Becker Basketball Camp. We pull up, and I walk into the gym, it’s packed. Feeling of intimidation and nervousness rush through me, I know I have to get rid of them though because it’s time to play.

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.

The ref bounced me the light brown spalding basketball. I threw the ball to Brandon who raced down the court towards the tall defenders. As he got to the glossy green three point line, he whipped the basketball perfectly to Aiden. He caught the ball and shot it at the perfect square hoop with it’s fresh new net. As the

Even though it was a struggle for me to even go to practice everyday, I still pushed through and I made the best of every single situation. When game day came, and it was time to play, all I could think about was the feeling I would get when the ball hit my hand. Many people don’t understand what it feels like. It feels like you found a missing puzzle from your life, which you didn't even know was missing. It’s like every worry you ever had, big or small, is gone. For that split second that the ball touches your hand, nothing else matters. It’s just you, the ball, and the court.

There was complete silence in the gym. Then all at once the gym exploded in cheers. I made the shot...I actually made the shot. Before I had any other time to think, my teammates were hugging me, thanking me, and cheering so loud. All I said was, “Thank you all so much, I couldn’t do it without you guys, we are champions!”

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.

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.

It seemed as if we were running in circles until suddenly I stopped running just outside the three point line. Suddenly open, the pass was thrown to me and the clock started. Sweat dripping, I hoisted up the shot just before a body of players converged on me. The moment the shot left my hand, I knew it would go in. I turned around, shocked at how we had come back from what was surely defeat. I marveled at how we were able perform such an unforgettable feat. I turned back around just in time to view my shot sink through the net as if the net was nonexistent. The crowd exploded. Then, reality dawned on me. “We won,” I shrieked as loud as possible. Immediately I rushed over to the bench and my waiting teammates before dunking the whole carton of Gatorade on Coach Drew. It felt as if it were a dream. Of course, before celebrating, we went to go thank the other team for such a wonderful game. As soon as we did that, the party was

Joseph threw the ball in to me and I dribbled the ball down the court. My coach said to me, "Make sure you get the ball to the hoop!" I took his advice and I shot the basketball. It was spinning through the air with a perfect arc. All that flooded my body was nervousness and excitement. Suddenly, the ball went in. All I heard were loud cheers, I had made my first basket! I got a lot of high-fives from so many people. We continued to play hard and we ended up winning the game, it was a great team win.

Basketball is a game played between two teams (of five players) who try to score baskets by throwing a ball into a netted hoop. That is what I am going to tell you a story about today. This is a story about my first ever playoff basketball game. My basketball team is not the biggest but each and everyone of us plays our heart out. The team that we were playing was not very good. Those are low standards too because we aren’t very good either! Out of the gate, you could tell that we were a better team. We went up by a couple of points but after that they figured out our offense. Our coach called a timeout and we changed our game plan. I was not playing good either and I am the best player on the team.

I like playing basketball and shooting from half court and making it just to win the game for me and my team. I have done it almost every time when i played it is very hard sometimes especially when people are around. Also when you shoot the ball from half court and try and make it from half court you can’t hit the ceiling , because they won’t count it when you shoot the. Also you can’t wait till you hit the ground because it will be a travel. But that’s all for shooting the ball from half court and playing a game of basket it and dunking and shooting from the three. But always remember when you can only take so many steps or it will be a travel and also make sure you strache because if you don’t you can pull a muscle if you

My heart was beating 1,000 beats a minute,I was so frantic I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know anything about volleyball yet I still tried out. What was I thinking I knew I couldn’t do it but I still walked into that gym! It was the first day of tryouts and as soon as I got there I saw all these girls that knew a thing or two about volleyball . I suddenly got even more anxious and I felt like running out of that gym and forgetting this ever happened,but it was too late the coach yelled out “MARYLIN! Come here it’s your turn”. I walked up to them each step feeling heavier and heavier.soon The coaches were giving me instructions and I never knew what one word meant. “SPIKE IT!” The coach said aloud as I held the ball.BAM the

Did you know that there are many rules in basketball, the rules can make the game fun and sometimes frustrating. Basketball is a fun game, but in order to have fun your gonna have to follow the rules. Then one of the most important things about basketball is defence. If you don't defend then you are going to have to hard time, and it won’t be that fun. Lastly basketball won’t be any fun if you don’t know how to shoot the ball. You will never make it in the hoop, and it will just be a game of frustration.

As the referee blew the whistle, it was game time! My teammate was on her tip toes already in motion to jump, she jumped and smacked the ball before the other opponent could even get a chance to jump! The ball came my way and I dribbled the ball three times, crossed doubled between my legs two times, I lingered up, did the Lebron James basketball