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Personal Narrative: My First Basketball Player

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Before the championship game, I thought miracles only happened in movies. However, this game would change my perspective of that thought forever. We had gone undefeated on the season, so I completely expected to win. This was my first time in a highly competitive basketball league, with championships and trophies, so naturally I was a little scared. However, I had friends on the team who probably felt the same as me. I had spent the past few hours mentally, and physically preparing myself for this game. Today, I was ready to win.

The sound of the whistle and the tip of the ball got me on my toes, even though I was on the bench. Being the sixth man on the team, I was always anxious to be in the game. Today, however, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be on the court. Sure, I loved basketball, and was always willing to play. But the mere, fearful thought of making a mistake and costing us the game was enough to make me want to stay on the bench. …show more content…

I also found I wasn’t able to contribute much either, besides getting a few assists and steals. During the game we had started out in the lead, but had progressively slowed down and fallen behind. As the loud buzzer of halftime sounded, I resentfully looked up at the scoreboard to find we were down by seven points! That was the biggest margin of points we had been down all year. I was beginning to believe this may be impossible, even for us.

During the second half, it seemed as if the world was fighting against us. Almost none of our shots went in. Even the starters were beginning to lose hope. But I had seen what our team could do. I refused to believe we could lose a game this important. Sadly, as the game progressed, we only fell further behind from our goal. I quickly glanced up at the scoreboard, 13 to 26, with 3 minutes left, it read. The odds were slim no doubt, but the game is never over until it’s

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