Stan Sheriff Center: A Short Story

As i laced up my revs , I thought about how bad I wanted to win this game. how bad I want to beat that cocky 13-year old player, one that thought he was better than anyone in the gym at all times. my team wasn't the best this year, because we didn't have a good coach. but he wasn't going to get in the way of us winning this game.

On our first game we did our best at the time but we weren 't doing great. We ended up losing and the score was something like 10 to 1. We weren 't a real good team and it seemed to me like some members of the team were a little over sensitive. I was always trying to stay positive by saying things like that was just one tuff team i bet we’ll win the next one, or we didn 't do that bad. Even though I knew at the time our team wasn 't that good.

In my opinion, I feel like Sheriff Bell has a clearer view towards his destiny. Throughout the story I got to see how Sheriff Bell does things a bit “old school” and he knows that his way of doing things will eventually be outgrown. “The world is going to hell,” Sheriff Bell is ready to face the truth that drugs, rape, murder, and suicide will play a big toll in our countries future. Nonetheless, Bell’s well-aware his way of morality, ethics, and justice will change in the near future. Hands down, Sheriff Bell leaves everything in the hands of god to guide him in the right direction. Overall, Sheriff Bell will try his dearest to fight for what is right and wrong. “I think I’m goin to commence decicatin myself twice daily. It may come to three

As the end of the game neared we were all tied up. The offense and I ran onto the field with one more opportunity to win

I was exhausted. I, being a defender, am accustomed to the offense running the most. During this game however, this was not the case. The other team was pushing the defense hard. Though soccer is a competitive sport, I had never wanted to win more than in that moment. There were two minutes left of overtime and the stress level was high. We could win, we had to win, we were more than capable. Then, the unthinkable happened, the opposing team scored on a fluke corner kick. Our goalie was able to get to the ball and had it in his hands. He thought he had it, sadly this was not the case.

My hands were blistering from practice the night before. But, I only thought about the game. There was 10 seconds left on the game clock and we were down 3 points. Dribble, dribble, crossover, step-back, and shoot. I launched a prayer from 30 feet away.

Time was running out. 2 seconds left on the clock. It was the 4th quarter we were down by 2. The referee blew the whistle signaling my teammate to inbound the ball. I was being double teamed. I ran down to the wing caught the ball and moved to the corner in a fluid motion, losing the defenders. I stood behind the line jumped and then turned in mid air to line up with the basket, and fired the ball. It floated through the air as the buzzer sounded. Swish. Nothing but net, I had won us the game! “MVP, MVP, MVP” the crowd chanted. My team ran at me shouting with joy. But then everything started to fade. I opened my eyes. “It was just a dream” I sighed. I rolled over and got ready to start the weekend. As I was brushing in my teeth

During the second half, it seemed as if the world was fighting against us. Almost none of our shots went in. Even the starters were beginning to lose hope. But I had seen what our team could do. I refused to believe we could lose a game this important. Sadly, as the game progressed, we only fell further behind from our goal. I quickly glanced up at the scoreboard, 13 to 26, with 3 minutes left, it read. The odds were slim no doubt, but the game is never over until it’s

We were really excited but also extremely nervous. It was one of the biggest games of the season. After warm ups we called off the starting 11. I heard coach say my name and I was ready. The ball went back and forth, back and forth from either side of the field until they scored. We were all sad and mad but we got our heads back into the game and took hold. David was dribbling down

As I run down the court with the ball the remaining of 24 seconds left on the scoreboard I hear my teammates shouting and running towards the ball. We were down by 3 and my team always depend the shot on me because I usually score at least 15 - 20 points a game. My coach called a time-out so we could run a better play and hopefully come back. We were going into our 2 lose into the season so this game really meant something to us as much as all the other ones also. With that said it was 7 seconds left on the clock and the other team had the ball so we had to play a very tight defense on them so that we can have a chance to come back and win. So we had got the steal and Nyeisha was on for a fast break, as she runs down the court she misses the

I had to shoot two free throws. I swished the first free throw and second. There was 49 seconds left. I was so happy we had to play good defense, but at the same time I was nervous. I was trembling so much. I had butterflies in my stomach. They would not go away.

Yet many thing have changed in the sport over the years. The game of basketball has changed with the number of players on the court. (“Hooptactics.com”) says, first there was no set rule on the number of players. The idea was that the game could be played by any number of players at the same time. However, that did not work out. After playing games with up to 50 people, the number of players were cut down and then games were played with nine players on each side - the reason being that 18 students showed up for Naismith's class. Five players became the mandatory team size in 1897. Also, they changed the substitutions in the game. Again (“hooptactics.com”) says, “in the beginning, players were not allowed to re-enter the game.” Once a player left the game, they were not allowed back in that game. The rule was adjusted twice before they officially allowed a player to leave and enter a game many times during a game.

There was no way we were going to lose that game, we wouldn’t let some team that we knew we were better than beat us. The fourth quarter became so intense, you could feel it on the field. We mounted our come back play by play. Each play involved giving it our all. We smashed into each other which made a noise so loud it sounded like a shotgun going off. Our coaches were yelling plays to our quarterback. Coach knew he had finally picked the perfect play to help us gain momentum. The center snapped the ball directly to the running back whom happened to be me. It was a misdirection play, which was meant to try and confuse are opponents. Well the play did its job, perfectly. I was so tired from playing the whole game that when I was running it felt like I was pulling a truck. Even though I was tired I knew if I gave it everything I had it would help my team so I did. I ran as fast as I could, so fast that in that moment I could’ve been the fastest person in the world. So I just kept going, nothing was going to bring me down. I bumped into someone from the other team but that didn’t even affect me. I kept my legs moving, chopping, anything that I could do to

We were on our last 5 minutes of the game, I felt so proud of myself for pulling through just for my team, my second family. We were one point away from either winning or losing. At this part most say they get nervous. But for me, it’s my favorite part of the game. Where you know that this one really counts and you have to give it your

The whole morning as I was getting ready for school the only thing I could think about was this game. I got to school and all me and the rest of the team talked about was beating them. We all talked about it all day and that's all our team could think about.