Personal Narrative: My Love Of Basketball

“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.

October of 2015 arrives, Monte Vista Elementary school informed us that there are basketball tryouts and basketball season will come soon. I have been practicing non-stop after last year’s tournament. I had one goal that year, and it was to get to the championships. I tryout and impress the other players around me. A paper of the names who made

As an individual I love staying active, socializing with others, being dependable, and keeping busy. Playing Basketball for Flour Bluff ISD, since the seventh grade, has granted me the opportunity to achieve all of these goals. For some peculiar reason I have consistently felt that I lacked experience of which my peers had, and that I would never be able to acquire it. Soon after I started playing I became intimidated of my fellow teammates and worried about the time I felt I lost, due to beginning so late in my childhood. Without fail, I always feel a sense of accomplishment after making it through tryouts every year and as I approach my final season, it has become clear just how much of my life was devoted to Basketball, that I truly love it and how I am thankful to be a part of something much more than just a team.

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.

I thought about what my dad said, and what my mom said, and ultimately pick to be a point guard. This year sucked. I was the worst player out on the court and was a complete train wreck. I shot and air balled over and over. I remember distinctly having to shoot a free throw and not knowing where to stand and I air balled both of the shots, I mean totally missing the entire circumference of the rim, it was extremely mortifying. I was made fun of a lot that season and didn’t get much playing time. Usually most people at this point would just look for a new sport and pursue something that comes natural to them. Well I didn’t, I used what he said that night to launch me into the deepest and most endowed training I would ever experience. That following summer I would go to the park and practice every single day from twelve in the morning to ten at night. This seems a little over exaggerated but it's not, sunrise to sunset. I prefered to play by myself because I could practice whatever I wanted and that’s where I got most of my practice in. So needless to say I got really good that year. Eighth grade came and this was my chance to show everyone what I got. I tried out again and this year I was amazing, and would prove my dad

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.

My basketball team and I were going head to head against Lamar Bruni Middle School for the second time that season. The parents loved to cheer us on and capture so many pictures of us, they were our cheerleaders all season long. We were 5-0 at the time and losing that game was not an option for any of my teammates nor the coaches. Unfortunately, I was not able to give it my all in that game due to me twisting my ankle in the third quarter.

The cool thing about humans, is no two are exactly the same, every one is different in their own way. We’re all defined in unique ways, some by their jobs, some by their livelihood, or interests such as basketball. This is one of my favorite things to do in life, there's just nothing better than setting foot on that court. When basketball season starts to roll around, memories from past years come flooding in. Being able to smell the freshly popped popcorn all throughout the gym. Looking up at the crowd and seeing everyone in the stands cheering us on, arguing with refs about a call, or not really paying attention to the game at all. The feeling I get when I’m on the court is second to nothing. This is where I go when I need need to just get away and think.

What do you believe in? I believe that people have there own belief and their own disbeliefs.I believe that I am a good basketball player.Most people don’t believe it but I do.I am going to tell some facts about why I believe in such the topic.

This is about why i like the nba and why the phoenix suns are my favorite team in the NBA and how i got into basketball.

My basketball career was one to remember, I had a lot of coaches I liked and a handful I didn’t like. But one coach in particular, stuck with me because of one terrible game I had. I remember the day like it was yesterday, we were playing West aka the rich snobs of Billings. I didn’t play much in the first half but when I did play, it wasn’t up to his standards I guess. After making a great read on the defence I ended up turning the ball over. Imagine this, I had the ball at the top of the key, the defence in a 2-3 zone, I had a teammate on each side of me, spread out to perfection, and one man in front of me at the free throw line. I passfaked to my right and the defence jumped at it trying to steal the pass as this was happening, I tried to make a no look pass to the guy at the free throw line

Basketball my 6th grade year was rough. It was my very first year ever playing sports. Since I went to a small elementary school everyone made the team and I was the only 6th grade student that joined I was so nervous the first practice my hands were shaking way faster than I could run. The rest of the girls were eighth graders that had a ball thrown at them the second the exited the womb; let me just tell you that season sucked.

During my final year of high school, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try something new. I have had a passion for basketball for as long as I can remember, yet I never attempted to join the high school senior basketball team. My biggest fear was that I would be deemed unsuitable but this year I did not let the opinions of others stand in the way of what I wanted to do. I was determined to prove to myself that I am capable of anything I put my mind to.

I like basketball because. I have been playing it for a long time. Am that I am good at it. It did not take me that long to learn about it. But I like basketball because if I make it in the NBA. Then I can give them some tickets for my game. And then pay over 10 million. And if I will be rich I would send them some money. Or I would pay for there trip. But the best thing is I get to travel around. But the bad thing I have to be on A airplane. Because I hate air planes. Because I fill like they are going to crash. And when I see other players play and I see bad injured. Like when they break a bone. Or a freak accident like when a bone but I can’t be thinking about that. Because if I keep thinking about that then I won’t play good. Or it could

Although there are many activities that I enjoy, basketball has to be my favorite one. There is so much stuff that you have to learn before you can start. My first reason why I love playing basketball is that you get a lot of exercise. Then, because you get to be very competitive. Last the shooting.