Personal Narrative On My First Basketball Game

Basketball was a new experience to me a few years ago, but i never realized I was going to love it. When I was younger, I’ve always wanted to play the sport of basketball, and I got my opportunity to play when I was in fifth grade at Monte Vista Elementary.

When I was younger, basketball was all I wanted to play, it just looked like so much fun. In fifth grade I had my parents sign me up for CYB, then in sixth grade I tried out for middle school basketball and played all the way up until ninth grade. In middle school when I was in eighth grade I was awarded the captain position and that helped me build leadership and responsibility. All of the players especially the younger ones knew they could always come to me at any time if they needed anything or help with anything. High school basketball was a lot different than middle school. In middle school I was one of the star players so I played a lot but in high school that changed. I sat the bench a lot that taught me patience and understanding even

I attended all training sessions and spent a great amount of time playing basketball since the thrill of winning games, of becoming better pushes me forward. I believed my efforts are worthy, since I had the advantage over other players in speed and keen awareness, and I trained harder than others every day. Basketball was the only thing on my mind. Then the time came to assemble the official school team to participate in formal basketball games. I thought for all my efforts

The games were so hype especially freshman year because after I made a shot the crowd would chant “He’s a freshman” over and over.

Basketball has always been an easy sport for me. I was the team captain and one of the carriers of the team. I was quite confident in myself and knew the consequences of not playing. But when I became a freshman in high school and could not play on the middle school team I had one option, to play on the varsity team. I was nervous because I had made friends on the middle school team but did not know the dynamic of the varsity team. When the first practice rolled around I was anxious.

We played at the Bartlett gym. It is a small metal gym with a tile floor. That is slick as glass and a big circular fan at one end of the court. It smelled like sweat and popcorn. And i heard the squeak of the shoes. It was are first game. They have played a few games before us we were a little nervous. I started on A team and we played hard. ‘I did get in foul trouble and had to sit a little’. ‘’ my first fouls was when I tried to stuff a kid and hit the kid’’.

A couple of my friends told me I was too passive, not taking enough shots and not being aggressive enough. It was as if my real life attributes translated into this sport. My shyness in class, reluctance to answer questions in fear of failure prevented me from trying to score in basketball? The connection was so real that I was worried I could never

My last name was shouted from my left and my body immediately cascaded from the bench to the bright sideline. The man in the striped shirt waved me over from the other side of the elongated field. This was my chance, all the sweat and tears from preseason would finally pay off. My hand slapped my team mate that I subbed in for, everything became

And with my first team. A volleyball team to be exact. I remember the day I tried out. Nervousness consumed me. I remember getting changed in my little shorts and a T-shirt with a high ponytail. We did simple warm ups, like setting the ball to one another, or playing bump set spike. I remember whenever I

That quarter I scored 10 points 2 rebounds and had 4 assists 2 steals and one block the score was 19 to 33 are coach Bennett told us to keep playing hard and keep doing what we are doing. I was guarding the 6,2 guy when he got the ball he did some move that was so fast I didn’t know what happened so I jump up to see if I can block it and when I came down the whistle goes and I got a foul that was my 3rd one in a row so my Dad sent Brody in for me and told me that I need to Guard my man and apparently I didn’t do

Then time was up the whistle rang and everyone switched out. Our lineup was pretty good we had good players on our team such as Eddie, Tony, Helen, Carlos and a few others since they had been playing for a few years now. After a few passes a player on the other team had fallen down and that team had gotten a penalty kick and Tony blocked it and played it in. Defense had taken the ball and then took it down the field and we had scored the goal. The score was 5-1 we were winning, but we couldn’t start getting

I was very nervous because this would be the first time I had ever played a full game on both sides of the ball. I watched the captains go out and I kept thinking to myself, please let us get the ball. We got the ball and the crowd went crazy. We received the ball and ran it to our forty yard line. The game was all one way for us through halftime as the score was eight to zero. I had not had a huge impact yet with a few blocks and a couple tackles. The final whistle of the first half blew and we headed into the locker rooms. The coach said something needed to change because the score should not be what it is at right now. We got all our stuff ready and ran back out to the sidelines. We kicked off to start the third

I played basketball from 3rd grade until 8th grade. I would work my butt off the whole time I remember the last game I ever played. We lost both of are biggest players. One went to play for another team at a different tournament and the other had been elbowed above the eye and had to go to the hospital for stitches. We did not have many kids left who were tall, so we had to push harder to try and win. Everyone wanted to give up because our biggest players were gone but I just wanted to give it all. I pressured the offense as much as I could, trying to steal the ball for a fast break because with my skills the best way for me to score was a lay-up. I would swat at any shot, dive at any loose ball, and throw myself into anywhere to keep it out of the other teams hands, but my team had already given up. Right then and there I was so disgusted that when the game was over I decide

Playing summer basketball has taught me a lot on and off of the court. I now have a different view on

You could see them mumble, “Do we have to pick them”. We finally were out on teams and ready to finish practice. My team put me in a position that they never had to pass me the ball and I wasn’t in the way. So, I just went along with the practice not knowing at the time how this would be something shown throughout the whole season. As the practice came to an end we huddled together, and talked about the next practice and our first game on Saturday. As we left you could hear the boys talking. Saying things like, “Why are they on our team?”, and “They are going to make us lose”. We just kept going to our cars and went home.