Personal Narrative-My Love 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.

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.

“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.

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.

Basketball is a lot of fun to play. I have a quick reflex when it comes to shooting the ball. It doesn’t matter what position I play. Whether I am a center or forward. The ball just seems to find me no matter where I am standing. My teammates give me the ball ad I put it in the hoop, I don’t complain. I just

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.

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.

So this happened in 8th grade and it was wednesday morning me and my friend we eating

I was just swinging my bat, over and over again, with no thoughts in my head. The methodical movement of my bat and the sound of the breeze it makes, was calming to me. My mind was blank as I was just going through my on deck routine. But like always, a few thoughts slipped in. You are going to strike out again, for the third time, my mind told me, You are going to let the whole team down, and lose the game. The championship game. I battled the little devil me on my left shoulder, who was feeding my brain these awful thoughts, by repeating an encouraging phrase. You got this Ashley, you got this Ashley. Feeling better about stepping up to the plate, I look up, only to feel my entire body fill with dread. The catcher was just standing up a little

I cannot remember the day I first held it in my hands. The notion yielded to be genuine. Over time, the game of basketball converted into a textbook. It is a textbook that is thrown away by the irresponsible student but cherished by the resolved. It is not a textbook to be skimmed through or forgotten in a locker. It is a textbook where each lesson is invaluable and could be interpreted in various ways each time it is read. People who see it as just another commodity are ignorant towards the textbook but for me, I see every page as priceless paintings. To the capable mind, the textbook is not a collection of valuable paintings, it was a study guide to succeed in life.

I’ve been shooting a basketball for as long as I could remember. There comes a time in every athlete’s career where they doubt themselves. It certainly came across me. What’s important is that my passion for basketball never died. I came from a hardworking family and was fortunate to live in a good environment. When I was young , I would watch sports, particularly basketball, with my dad whenever he was free. It was during these times that I saw an expression he rarely revealed. He was smiling. It was because of this, along with my pre-existing love for basketball, that I spent time in the driveway shooting hoops. Although the sport’s concept seemed so simple and easy to me, I would learn the hard way that things don’t always pan out the way you envision it.

Basketball is a game of strategy, hustle, and skill. If you can’t handle the pressure, with defenders on your grill, and fans judging every action you make, then it’s not the game for you. I still remember the shot, the float, and the net diving sideways as the ball went in the rim. What a moment, as if it won’t happen again.

So I was playing basketball on this cold horrific day it was about to rain but I was determined to beat them. I was with Myles, Darion, Jake, Devon, and Don. We all wanted to play each other real bad . And we all agreed were playing a pickup game on this specific day, because this was the nicest day this month. Also I couldn’t wait to show this big polar bear , my older Cousin,Myles, that my brother and I can kill them...beat them in basketball. So in this game we were going at it like wolves fighting over kill, no one was letting up on anyone. My brother was always the giant twin so he was around there size then theres come me this little ant that had skills but was too small finish at the hole without getting blocked. The entire game we

Growing up in different parts of the country, it’s easy to feel out of place. When I would go somewhere new, the best way for me to acquaint myself with the people was through basketball. Basketball was universal, when I would go to the basketball court I didn't need to know anyone I could just play. Most of the friends I made outside of school out of the United States came from the basketball court. In Canada it was stress relief after high school, I’d go play for hours after school just to forget about the pressures of every day. When I lived in Israel and Germany it was the most fun place to be, going to the court with friends or finding a pickup game, gave me the energy to be a happy individual day in and out. I eventually came to realize basketball was something in my life that I was happy to do at any time. Pick up games and practicing at some point felt unfulfilling and I wanted something more from the game. In Germany, it was when

It was a Saturday morning and I had a basketball game at ten o’ clock. I got dressed and prepared for the game. My breakfast consisted of frosted flakes. It was nine fifteen and I had to be at my game thirty minutes early. We rushed out the door and were in the car. My brother, who was in the car, had a tennis tournament today after my basketball game. My mom, who driving the car, asked me to make sure I had everything. I responded saying that I had everything. A few seconds after my response I realised I had forgotten my water bottle. There was no way I going back or I’d be late.