Personal Narrative: Varsity Basketball Team

October of 2015 arrives, Monte Vista Elementary school informed us that there are basketball tryouts and basketball season will come soon. I have been practicing non-stop after last year’s tournament. I had one goal that year, and it was to get to the championships. I tryout and impress the other players around me. A paper of the names who made

He kept hearing a thumping sound outside. He went outside to find a small, young Isaiah shooting basketball alone. He told him he was friends with his younger brother, Curtis, so Jason went back inside. ““Then it’s like 10 p.m., and I hear it again,” Terry recalled, his voice rising. “I go back out, and Isaiah is still out there shooting all by himself”” (Rudick). There are people that are closer to Isaiah that can tell stories like that. There was a time that James Thomas was contacted by Isaiah’s teacher because Isaiah was refusing to go inside after fourth-grade recess. He explained that he could only improve his game if he could play against the sixth-graders. In middle school, he rode city buses to find good games to get involved in, even if it were in a gym that required membership. He used his small size to sneak into those gyms. By the ninth-grade, he realized he was not going to grow anymore, so he decided he wanted to be the best under-six-foot player there ever was.

Laryn Murray, Freshman, inspired by her father, has been playing basketball for the majority of her life, and looking at her current basketball resume, it seems like that time spent toward shooting hoops has paid off.

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

Our 8th grade basketball team were putting on a show! Opponents would enter bobcat territory where our team would play a hard fight to take another win. Every game spectators are left in astonishment after witnessing determination, willingness, and our spirit until the clock expires down to its last second.

One situation in which I overcame adversity is making b-team basketball for White Knoll High School. Basketball has always been a love of mine. I first fell in love with basketball when I went to an Atlanta Hawks game with my dad when I was 5. Afterwards, my dad purchased a basketball goal to go over the garage and we spent most our weekends playing in the driveway. The next year my dad signed me up for a recreational league in the area, and I played in the same league for 5 years. My dad was my very first coach. The pride he'd have on the sidelines when I made shots or played good defense forever cemented my love for the game of basketball.

National champions and hometown superstars Lonzo, Li’Angelo, and La’Mello Ball also known as the Ball Brothers, along with Elizjah Scott and Onyeka Okongwu recently sat down with the Husky Howler Staff to talk about their rise to success and all things basketball. Their success however was not by fluke, each one of them began playing at very early ages ranging from 3-8. Along with their obvious natural talent they attribute their success to genuine chemistry and lack of selfishness amongst the team. They’ve all known one another from 1st-2nd grade and describe their relationship as a brotherhood. They also credit the coaches for keeping them humble given all the attention they’ve been receiving from the media and furthermore their families for being their support system. Their pre-game ritual consists of simply listening to music and joked that their ideal pre-game meal is cotton candy and ice cream. Although a great deal of their time is spent focusing on basketball and what’s left is

Conrad sacrifices a lot of time and effort for basketball. He spends a few hours every day during the week with us at practice during the season just to go home and watch game film for a couple more hours. “I watch lots and lots of game film—probably as much as anybody in the state,” Conrad explained. On game days, he spends

Call it failure to capitalize on an opportunity or failure to commit 100% effort to my team; both would be true and both failures lead to lessons learned my junior year on the high school varsity soccer team. From the time I was little, with my dad as my coach, success came easily and failure was a concept not easily grasped. Playing on the JV team my first two years of high school was pretty much a given, and in hindsight, I realize how valued I was on the team. I started most of the games both freshman and sophomore year and played a significant amount. As my junior year was approaching, I knew this was not going to be the case. Desperately wanting to make the team, lots of training and hard work was how a majority of my summer free time

My freshman year I made the Varsity soccer team. Every practice I had to strive and work harder to be able to keep up with the upperclassmen skill level and talent. I was finally getting to where I wanted with consistent practice. I became a starter and the upperclassmen would pass me the ball more and help me on the field when there were opponents on me. It wasn’t until the middle of the season when everything changed. We were playing against a school who was very skilled and talented. It was in the first half of the game when one of the girls on the opposing team had the ball and was dribbling it down the field. It got past our midfield players and two defenders. I was the last one before it reached our goalie. I ran towards her and with everything I had I kicked the ball.

I do believe that it is very important to be involved with not only your school but also

As a member of the Varsity tennis team, I am no stranger to facing what seem to be impossible odds. Being a singles player, during a match it is all on me to figure out what is going wrong and make the adjustments to fix it. Halfway through a match, I found myself down one set to none against the seventh ranked team in the state. The break in between sets is time to reflect on the same thus far, and to think about what you are doing right and what you aren’t doing so well. At this point in the game, I was down on myself and I couldn’t get anything in my arsenal of shots going. Instead of continuing to try to hit shots that I hadn’t hit all game, I decided to go back to the basics and try to gain some confidence in my shots. My main goal was

I first started playing volleyball at a very young age. I was in the seventh grade when my volleyball career started. My sister started playing in the seventh grade and I just wanted to follow her footsteps. My seventh grade year was ok because I had just started out and really didn’t know the game. There was A team and a B team, where A team was better than the B team. I tried my best to be on the A-team, but guess where I ended up, on the B team.

It was the first day of tryouts in ninth grade and I was nervous out of my mind. I walked in the freshly lit gymnasium, with maroon bleachers and the roaring black panther mascot in the dead center of the court. The first game of tryouts and I stepped onto the court knowing that I should display my talent for scoring, passing, and defending. I made sure that talked on defense “Down Low, Cutter, I got two, One D, Baby J” and I made sure I said it enough where the coach heard me from the sidelines.

One rainy night in November, I arrived to the church gym for my first basketball practice of the season. As I walked in the doors creaked and you could smell the gym floor. As I already heard the basketballs hitting the ground, bouncing up and down. My friends Brittany and Destiny walked in right behind me through the door. That was when we realized we were the only girls surrounded by all guys. As practice came to a start we began to run, it felt like we were never going to stop. Up and down the court as we ran suicides, you could hear the squeaking of shoes as we went from the next line back and then on to the next. Before we started scrimmaging, the two captains were boys. Brittany, Destiny, and I stood in amazement as we were the last three standing there. You could see by their expressions they didn’t want any of us on either team.