Personal Narrative: Rowdy Basket Ball

From the start until halftime the game was going very well, but after halftime it started going downhill. With five minutes left Billy's team was up by only 4 points, they knew it would be a close one. The team started to rally and they held Billy’s team scored 6 points. The coach, with 5 seconds left in the game, exclaimed, ¨TIMEOUT!¨ The team gathered on the sidelines heads down and gathered around coach. The coach told one of the other players, Samuel, to take the shot if the situation needed it. But Samuel knew that it was a chance for Billy to get redemption. So he went up to Billy saying, “This is your shot to prove the coach wrong. I want you to take it.” When Billy’s team got the ball with 4 seconds left, you could feel the intensity in the air. Down by 2 points the ball was passed into Billy. Coach was absolutely furious, considering Samuel was the one supposed to take the shot. He was yelling so loud he was like a lion. Billy got the ball and dribbled it down court. “3,2,1!” the fans yelled. With a second left Billy took the shot at half court. It flung out of his hands and flew through the air. The buzzer rang, but the ball was still in the air. Foot by foot it got closer to the basket. Then the ball hit the backboard and banked in the hoop. The crowd went crazy! The whole team went out and dog piled on Billy...even the

“3,2,1 !”Swoosh Jordan Michael Jr. has won the championship game for the tower high roadrunners.He made a three pointer with 3 seconds left on the clock .They have won the championship game with the score 101 to 100.After the game he went to a pizza restaurant called Toronto Pizza .Him and his coaches and his team and parents were there celebrating.Everybody went home.Him and his friends were walking to the park and they decided to take a shortcut .They walked threw an alley,the alley was pitch black.They saw a glowing object by a dumpster.They were curious, they didn’t know what it was.Jordan was the one who walked up to it and the object had a garbage lid over it.He took the garbage lid off of the glowing object.

Then the third quarter began. Rosehill’s center, a very tall center with a head of fiery locks. About three minutes into the quarter, he went to go block a shot. While in the air, his teammate flew by and fouled the opposing player. When the ginger landed, he heard a subtle “pop”, coming from the floor.

“Bang,” yelled the crowd in unison. We fed off the cheering and screaming home crowd. We used their cheers as our energy. We kept on going. From somewhere in the crowd, I heard someone yell, “come on guys, you’re only down one now.” A harsh realization dawned on me. For all of the glory in the three pointer we just made, we were still losing, and we only had 11 seconds to change that. Inbound, foul; within seconds, their team was at the free throw line shooting two free throws. “The first free throw is…good.” A hush fell over the home crowd. Everyone knew what that meant. It meant that now, the only way to win the game is by the means of another three pointer, and that is only if he misses this next shot. If not, our only chance is to tie the game with a three

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.

“Are you interested in this?” , my dad asks multiple times about multiple sports. I as a four year old just learning about sports, and watching them with my family decide that basketball is for me. So I go on to rec league… I learn how to dribble, pass, and shoot. Time passes and by middle school I can shoot left-handed layups, cross-over behind my back and in between my legs. High school is here.. and I become even more advanced not just with fundamentals, but mentally, and even more aggressively, and physical. I have a purpose, I love the game, and I want to play it as long as I can.

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 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.

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.

About a month later the two on two tournament showed up all four kids joined . The tournament started and the kids were both on different brackets, they would not play each other until the finals. The tournament started that day and both teams made it to the finals . the last game would be the next day. They got to the court early to warm up and the crowds started to show up . By the time of the game there were thousands of people watching . The finals would be played at the UCLA stadium. Daquan and trey were running some plays, not a word being said until Trey broke the silence, bro I don't know how we're gonna manage them. Yeah, said Daquan not one team has scored double digits on them, No, said Trey, we can win, we know and and so do they, they're as scared as us as we are of them. Yeah you're right, said Daquan, But if we're gonna win we´ll need to play as a team, no heroes, agreed said Trey, we win this thing as a team not as individuals. After a few minutes passed by when the announcer said, Introducing the 2on2 California high school state finals! There was an uproar from the crowd, neither Daquan nor Trey had ever played on a stage this big, but they tried not to let them intimidate them. All of a sudden the other team walked in and everybody booed now they knew if they

It was a typical day in Pe we were playing Basketball it was 7A VS 7B. Us girls were just kinda standing there trying not to get hit with a basketball, while the guys were being so rough and trying to score points they were just wanting to win. The score was 7A had 12 and 7B had 4. Miss Merritt my Pe teacher, Geography teacher split 7A and 7B into groups. I ended up with Jamie,Nick,Alex and she had us practice shooting a three pointer. So Alex shot it and made it so Jamie went she missed and you have, to have someone stand down by the hoop so they can throw it back to you. So Alex threw it back and Jamie made it she threw the ball to Nick he made it and threw it to me I missed so he went to throw it back. I wasn’t ready I said wait Nick don’t

“C’mon Drew,” I urged, hoping to instill some confidence in our top scorer. “When you’re on top of your game, there is no way we can lose.” The clamor of basketballs bouncing off the freshly polished floor and the perpetual squeaking of sneakers blended into a euphonious rhythm which characterized most of the summer. We were practicing for our annual basketball tournament, this year held in Dallas, and the anticipation and excitement had risen to all-time highs as we were expected to defend our championship from last year. As co-captain of the team, it was my responsibility to ensure our teammates were focused at all times and to spearhead our success in the tournament.

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

That night, we went to the game room in the basement of the dorm building. It was an average-sized room with a TV, foosball table, and a few couches, nothing too extravagant. For the most part, I just sat on the couch and watched the show someone had left on after my phone’s battery had drained out. The others, however, were talking to each other like they were old friends. They took turns on the table and yelled whenever someone scored in excitement; and I just sat there contemplating

The game had just started has Steph drained a three and they said and on the screen they were putting up a contest for if they call your seat number, you get to try and shoot a three from half court and win $5,000 and a 5 day trip to Hawaii. So after the first quarter was over they were going to announce the number. “Alright folks.” said the announcer. “We are going to announce the winner of that will be trying to win the jackbox prize.” “Alright, the section is in the 100’s. The row is 2 and the number is 2.” I can’t believe it. They called the spot I was in and on the screen showed me sitting as cheerleader were right next to me holding up a sign saying, “You won.” “122 is the winner.” said the announcer in a loud voice. So after that the second quarter started and then it was halftime as the cheerleaders came by and took me to the court. “What’s your name kid?” said the