Personal Narrative : One Of My Personal Experience In The Basketball Game

“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.

One important thing in my life is when I tore my ACL the first time in eighth grade basketball. It was November 15, 2015, when I first tore my ACL. I was at basketball practice and we were doing a rebounding drill. I jumped up to rebound the ball, because I can hardly jump I landed before most of the other players and Charlie, one of my teammates, came down on my knee. I heard my knee pop. My knee caved in and I fell, feeling excruciating pain as I fell to the ground I just saw the ground moving closer and closer. As I fell to the ground I felt my body hit the hard gym floor. All that went through my head was ”That hurt really bad!!!!” I was really sweaty, I could smell the sweat from the bodies, and I was tired from previous things we had done in practice but I just sat there screaming and balling. I started screaming and balling because my knee hurt so badly. I could taste the saliva from my mouth while I was lying there balling. One of the other players went into the locker room and grabbed my phone, I called my dad but he couldn’t make out anything I was saying because I was still crying. My coach, Ms. Bolton, carried me to the bench while my dad was on his way. My dad carried me out to the truck then inside to the couch when we got home. Brock, my brother, went and picked up some crutches for me. I ended up going to the doctor about a week later and then on January 4, 2016, I had my first surgery. Coming out of surgery and waking up in recovery was the worst pain I’ve EVER felt. I came out of recovery and was screaming in pain because they didn’t keep track of when I had last had morphine so I wasn’t on track and I felt my whole leg right after surgery. Tearing my ACL was important because it made me who I am today and made me stronger by

It was the aftermath of the Friday night game that I’ve given any signs of an injury, and my family and close ones felt sorrow for me and the following Monday. Throughout my life, peers and elders engraved an image onto me being that sports held a bright future for me, and it will lead to the true path of greatness, and one single injury puts me an aggravating, melancholy rut. Viewing my teammates playing angered me since the injury forced me into a world of therapy for the rest of the season. All the promises I made for myself were undone, athletic scholarships, the path to greatness, and my only school pastime and passion flowed throughout my body and into a pipe dream.

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.

Waking up to a nurse and terrible pain on my right leg, I realized I just got out of surgery. Six months prior I was injured playing the sport that was once my life, soccer. I completely tore my Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL), a ligament that holds the femur (the bone on top of the knee) and the tibia (a bone below the knee); it controls reasonable movements and prevents forward movements of the tibia. As a result, I received a traumatizing surgery in my knee causing my muscles to shut down. It felt as horrible as it sounds. As result of this terrible experience, I had to work with many physical therapists to recover from the surgery. At that time my soul was crushed, I have lost hope. It was my senior

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.

I decided to be the basketball manager to still feel part of the team. Going to every game and just sitting there taking stats made me miss playing even more than before. I always said to myself that should be me out there playing not sitting on the sideline. I was determined to play which made me work harder in my recovery. My mom could tell there was little progress in my recovery, so we went and got a second option on my knee. The new doctor told my mom that I should have received a knee brace after my first surgery, which I didn't. He also told her going in for a second time was a bad idea. Just hearing that made me really upset, and had me thinking I could have been better a long time

The sport of basketball is the sport I go to when I need to clear my mind. After a long stressful day of school, I go to my neighborhood court and I shoot basket after basket. I try to find time every day to play basketball. I want to make myself better. Whether it’s working on my ball handling skills, or just working on my three point jump shot, I practice all of my weaknesses. I have improved so much over the years it’s pretty hard to explain. Basketball has been there when I first moved to Kansas. I came to a new school and I had to find new friends. When those two things didn’t go so well, basketball was there when I needed it most. It got me through the first year of going to school in Kansas. I even found a team I could play with and

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.

Have you ever been forced to do something that you really don’t want to do? It could seem like agony at first, but in the end it will usually always turn out OK. Well, at least it did for me. It all started on a chilly, winter morning in third grade when my mother’s heartfelt words and tears, changed who I am today for the better.

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

Olah I’m Josie,I'm from mexico i'm gonna play basketball and i'm in the finals surprisingly. My competition names are Charlie,Austin,Aaron,Jonathan,and Michael. They been playing games for a long time i'm guessing. they are shooting hoops practicing. My teammates are Charlie and Michael which i'm not complaining or anything. My team's strategy is to pass it to one person every time and then switch to confuse our competitors. We start off when the horn goes off and we get the ball first. My teammates were eager to win so we kept passing it like we planned. We quickly pass it to one player then shoot it and make it.we have 1 minute and it's 25 to 30 we have 25 so we pulled ourselves together and get back in the game. We catch up and it's tied

I was scared out of my mind when I saw the words “Hamstring tendon avulsion injury accompanied by 4mm of fluid present between bone and tendon.” I had no medical history and was unaware of what these words were supposed to mean for my future in playing soccer but I know it wasn’t good. I had torn my hamstring tendon straight clean off the bone and the sensation traveled all the way down my leg and on the back of my upper leg all I could feel was a ball of torn and jumbled tissue and muscle. The only thing that I remember is the doctor looking me straight in the eyes and telling me “ You may never run again let alone play soccer without surgery which still isn’t guaranteed to help you”. In that moment everything froze I was going a million miles an hour but everything was dead and I lost it, I had every emotion in the book exploding from my brain and my heart. From that moment forward I was put into six grueling months of physical therapy. I was determined to be back playing in my first club game in August no matter what the Doctor said; he was wrong. I was pushed physically and emotionally by my physical therapist 4 days a week for six long months. If she wasn’t painfully digging her strong hands into the targeted pain spot, then we were outside attached to a bungee and she was holding me back while I ran along the street. I took time and commitment every day whether I was doing exercises

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.

The last time I was at a event was at the Marquette basketball game. When we arrived we walked in and showed the security guards our tickets. They ripped the paper part of the ticket off and tossed it into the garbage. It smelled like sweet nuts and body odor as we got past the first check. After, we started walking to our seats. We had to walk up a lot of stairs to get to our destination. When we got there and the people asked if we needed anything, we all said not at the moment but maybe in a little while. When I sat down, I saw a huge sea of blue and yellow Marquette jerseys and a couple red ones for the opposing team. There was 3 minutes until game time and they were flying around a large blimp with t-shirts looped to the bottom to drop.