Personal Narrative-My Love Of Playing 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.

If someone told me something terrible would happen to me during basketball practice on that cold November night, I never would’ve believed them.

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 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.

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

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.

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.

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

My cousin and I were in my neighborhood walking around. We decided to take a walk because

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.

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

I would like to think that I would consider myself an expert in a lot of areas. I like playing factual games like millionaire where I do exceptionally well. The one area that I believe that I am a “true” expert would be in the game of basketball. Basketball has been a big part of my life ever since I picked up a basketball at the age of 2. Through my life I have always loved basketball. I practiced basketball with a hoop in the back yard in many different weather conditions such as, snow, rain, cold and heat. I watched all sorts of videos on YouTube on how to improve my game and have watched countless hours of college and NBA games. While watching games I analyze on what teams are doing and what should be done. This could be whether a team

Basketball is one activity that has changed my life. To most people basketball is nothing more than a fun game to be played occasionally. It has provided me a much richer experience. It has introduced me to people and taught me lessons that I never would have learned without it. I have played with and been introduced to numerous kids from less fortunate circumstances than I would otherwise have been exposed to. Some of which who do not have a stable home life, or even food every night. I often would take for granted the blessings of a warm house, food to eat, and supportive mother and father. I always considered it a blessing to have a basketball hoop in my yard, but after experiencing how others live, I realize how lucky I am to even have

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.

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.