Personal Statement: Why I Love Basketball

What makes me lose track of time , when people talk about about music or when people around me start talking about basketball. When people talk about basketball is grabs my attention because that's my favorite sport. Basketball has been my favorite sport since i been a young girl. Basketball is something that i admire with my heart . When people talk about music it attracts me because i am in love with music . Music takes my mind of a lot of stress and a lot of things that aggravate me . Basketball is something that i really love to do. When I want to learn more i go to basketball practice and i listen to the coach so i know more about it and i go online and learn about it . Music when i want to learn more about it i listen to new music and I try

basketball interests me because I have played since i was 4, and i haven't stopped.

I was warming up at Yale University for the start of the state finals when I realized that I wanted to play basketball at the next level. Since I was a little kid I have always been a big fan of basketball and was hooked ever since the 2012 Women’s NCAA basketball tournament. Although I have tried many different activities over the years my real passion always comes back to basketball. Not only has it brought fun into my life, it has helped me grow into the adult I am today. Given the proper opportunity, I would like to continue growing and contribute my skills to a college team who may need me and who I can contribute the most to.

Basketball is not just a sport, to me it is a lifestyle; there is something about shooting the orange sphere through the net and hearing that “swoosh” sound that can force any problem to instantly go away. Nothing can compare to the satisfaction that is felt when stepping onto the court or feeling the padded outer-layer of the ball clash with the tips of my fingers after bouncing up from the ground. The court is a second home to me. I have been playing basketball since I was eight years old. It seemed to come as second nature. Once I reached middle school, I competed for a spot on the seventh grade girls basketball team and earned myself a spot. Those girls meant everything to me. I can recall practices when we got off task and goofed around for a bit, but we always got back to work.

Basketball is all I have ever known. I started playing when I was about 3 years old. At the time, I was living in a big house in the suburbs of Vallejo with a large backyard as well. My father had acquired and assembled one of the little Fisher Price baby basketball hoops in the backyard for me; it even came with a baby ball! For the duration of all of my summer, I was in the backyard, playing with the basketball, pretending I was as marvelous as a professional player like Michael Jordan. I spent so much time outside practicing, I’m surprised I didn’t get sick of it. Eventually, as time carried on, I outgrew the baby hoop. When I became of age, I started using the regular sized hoop my father had in the backyard. And I fell into the same routine

What do you believe in? I believe that people have there own belief and their own disbeliefs.I believe that I am a good basketball player.Most people don’t believe it but I do.I am going to tell some facts about why I believe in such the topic.

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.

This is about why i like the nba and why the phoenix suns are my favorite team in the NBA and how i got into basketball.

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

Do you ever wonder what you want to have as perfect job when you grow up? Well, when I grow up I want to be an NBA player for the Memphis Grizzlies.

When watching basketball I lose all sense of time, before I know it my eyes are drooping with tiredness and the sun has already set. The game captivates my very being, the level of skill and work needed to master the sport astonishes me as well as the amount of discipline and knowledge these players have to know what do in certain situations. It’s a challenging activity making it all the more appealing to me. As a matter fact, I’ve been influenced heavily by my brothers and peers as well, growing up around them all I ever heard them talk about was basketball. Whether it was their favorite player or the best team in the league it didn’t matter, it was always basketball. It made me very curious to know what all the fuss was about. Soon I was

Basketball is one of many things that make me a american but it is most important to me. First, basketball has no restrictions to who plays. Secondly, it's a game that defines american history. Lastly, basketball is the sport which gave many opportunities to lots and lots of people. Now, let's get into the reasons.

I love basketball as much as I love sweets, and I love sweets. I was at camp early one day and we were playing basketball before camp started because me and my friends were bored. After a little more some of my friends came running into the gym loudly and I started to play with one of them 1vs1 in our enormous gym. Before we could even finish we had to go listen to the camp director talk excitedly to us about what we were going to do that day. We sat down in the middle of the gym listening to her talk. After, she told our counselor what our day's schedule was. He said that the first thing we had that day was choice. He asked us what we wanted and most of us said basketball so we played us vs the other group who had free choice. The people

Mo’Ne Davis: 13-year-old, right-handed pitcher for the Taney Dragons, a Little League baseball team. Hailing from Philadelphia, the young talent has been the topic of discussion on many sports-related headlines for her phenomenal pitching ability. She is able to throw 70 mph fastballs and strike out many batters, most being young boys around her age. I wonder what it means now “to throw like a girl.”

My adult life, and my philosophy on life was shaped on a basketball court, and by my father. He was the coach of my AAU girl’s basketball team, and he instilled in us a philosophy of hard work. We were no normal girl’s basketball team, and My father’s coaching philosophy rein on a team of twelve as we waited our turn to take the court. Anticipation greeted determination in rhythmic thuds in the background. The pace of the rhythm ever so often broken by a screech of rubber to maple. Hard work brought us to this last scrimmage against the opposing team. As an AAU team, our practices in Pennsylvania were purposely constructed against stronger and more developed players. As women, we trained against male players with a men’s ball. We brought agility whereas they brought strength. My father, “coach Ed”, designated weekend scrimmages against the best AAU teams in our county. The practices resulted in gaining stride as we vectored against a multitude of opponents. It was these practices that brought us to that courtside moment, seven hundred and ninety-three miles from Pennsylvania, where we were anticipated medaling in the State Games of America. Two hours and twenty minutes later, each of us twelve doe- eyed girls announced victory with a freshly polished tin and copper medal fitted into the palm of our hands. My father’s philosophy was simple, “In order to become successful, we must align ourselves with success”. His philosophy and this experience coached me through various