It was a Friday night sitting aside from the gym court as I watched two teams about to face each other. They were both great high schools and both in devision two in the sport of basketball. It was Hope High School (aka: Blue Wave) verses my school, Mount Pleasant High School also know as the Kilties. I alway hated Hope High School for their Blue Wave cockiness. That night in side the loud, hot, and sweaty high school gym, was the night of most intimidation. As the crowd cheered loudly for the Blue Wave Team, I looked up at the points differences on the billboard. Our coordination as a team was not bad, but it was not well enough to go against our other division two competent. The first half of the game us, the Kilties, were playing horrible. The second half of the game us, as the mighty Kilties, knew not to give up because we knew karma has its own fate even in the sport of basketball. It was going to be our second half of the game to score our points up and reach up to the conceited team know as the Blue Wave. We might of won most games but other games had been losses. During my high school year at Mount Pleasant High I played a game I will always remember as a foreign Kilties. Through the loss of this particular game it tough me that jealousy can over come a persons competitive side of them. Intimidation that night caused an effect within me that brought my self-esteem to a lower level. It was just first quarter of the nights game where the Blue Waves’ were up on their
I walked off the floor with sweat dripping from my hair. So many thoughts flew through my head that I couldn’t focus on anything. My junior year of basketball felt like it ended as quickly as a blink. It was as if in seconds we went from the stars of the state tournament to the embarrassments of it. I tried to forget the disappointment of it but it still will not leave. My desire and love to win games comes from the more apparent hatred of losing them. Junior year we had a chance to win a state championship, but we lost that chance. That was when I realized that I had one chance left to win. Senior year our basketball success would only be as rewarding as we would make it. The pressure placed on ourselves was substantial, and we faced trials on the road to success. In the end, we stood alone, crowned as the champions, not letting our chance slip away.
I walked into school to be greeted by a janitor vacuuming the floors. It was time to start thinking about the game and getting my focus level up. My pregame ritual wasn’t always the same beside for one thing, be the first to the locker room to have time to think to myself. Walking into the light blue and worn-down locker room it was almost like I could feel the emotion from all the players who had been there before myself. I was greeted by a wave of smell, the smell of victory, defeat, and pure hard work. It was quite musty but I was used to it and had grown accustomed to it. I sat myself down and began to think about how I would perform tonight and what I had to do in order to be victorious. I pictured myself going out onto the court and seeing all the fans packed into our old wooden bleachers. All I wanted to do was make them proud of the team they came to watch. I looked out the window to see the vehicles of my fellow teammates driving into our dirt parking lot. Soon, the locker room would no longer be quite and it would be filled with the shrieks, laughs, and giggles of my
A plethora of reasons exist as to why a certain sport might signal importance to a state, but in Indiana, the sport happens to standout on a whole different level. Current Southeast Dubois Superintendent, Rick Allen, commented on why Indiana high school basketball remains superior saying, “One reason Indiana high school basketball is such a standout of a sport in Indiana is because of the community support behind the team” (Allen 2). The era of basketball between 1911-present remains crucial today not only for the big schools’ gyms in Indiana, but also for small towns gyms such as Huntingburg, Loogootee, Tell City, Ferdinand, and numerous others.
The day College of Faith football team played, Missouri S&T was in the fall of 2015, it was cold. At the time me and my brothers on the football team came off a big lost to the Cougars of St. Francis. The St.Francis Cougars Are located in Fort Wayne, Texas. They are a very big school, the cougars were undefeated the whole year round. After the 65-0 lost to the cougars, we the College of Faith, had a game against Missouri S&T. I felt like a raging superstar on field, I had 8 tackles, 1 big blindside sack and 1 pass deflect, it was very cool and also sunny. Unfortunately, we got demolish, the whole team quit.We lost 64-0 Football taught me to value my life more and be more ongoing to learn new things.
Smithton and Freeburg grade schools have always been rivals when playing junior high sports. Being a Smithton Cougar, I felt a rush of anxiousness before a game against the Freeburg Hornets no matter what sport: softball, basketball, or volleyball. At the time, basketball was my favorite sport; it was my favorite thing to do. Basketball games against Freeburg were one of the most stressful but exciting games I would play during my junior high career. I remember the nerves that never failed to come when tying my shoes and getting ready to play one of the toughest games of the season. Maybe they intimidated me a little, or the close proximity of our towns brought out those nerves. My heart raced with adrenaline. Part of the anxiousness came from
In the regular season my dad’s team lost a game to Cedar Rapids. They lost 13-7 and the game wasn’t as close as the score was. Everyone knew the Cedar Rapids team was better than them and they knew the only way they would beat them in the playoffs would be to play harder than they did. After losing the game the coaches came up with a new style of playing and the players bought in, thinking it would be the difference that led them to a state championship. They went on to play Cedar Rapids in the state semi-finals. In a very hard fought game they beat Cedar Rapids 14-13 and went on to play in the state championship game. After they won that game, the entire town was behind them as they went to try and win the first state championship in school history. Also, in the state championship they played a really good team and they were projected to get destroyed by. But my dad’s team was able to pull off the upset and win the state championship 24-11. My dad was happy to win the championship, but he was happier for some of his teammates and coaches because he knew that winning that game would be the best moment in some of their
Being apart of a collegiate basketball team involves the usage of teamwork, leadership, and discipline. Sports teach the important lesson of working together, being the vocalist to help motivate others, and reaching goals in a reasonable time frame. These traits pass from the basketball court into the classroom and also into the community as well.
The day was loud and cold. The air was lingering with the smell of hotdogs from the night before. Everyone was cheering as the game was about to begin. The stands we’re full upon the kick to begin it all. There were people on both sides cheering for their team. The whole first quarter of the game we played was blank, there was no scores or anything that big of a play. But in the second quarter they opposing team Kettle Moraine took over. They were just driving on us the entire quarter. With the ending score of the half them up 14-0. During the break in between 2nd and 3rd quarter everyone was angry about how we weren't able to stop them. After are stretches we got ready to play again. Upon the kick being received in 3rd quarter it was about
Dribble! Pass! Take! Swish! Swoosh! Yes that is Kentucky, the best college basketball team to play for or just to watch. They have a good team put together. Those boys work hard and play smart together. Because they work together, I think it has gotten them very far.
“JV Defense” yelled our coach, with time ticking down in the final quarter of the championship game. We were playing in the championship game against Portsmouth. We were both good, but we were better. We had played them twice that year, we won one and they won the other. We were in the locker room and about to walk onto the field. We walked onto the massive field, and as I looked around at the giant stadium with “tons” of fans in it. I could feel the stadium closing in on me.
We had gone 3-20 the season before and had not beaten our rival Troy Christian in basketball in seven years before this game. Earlier that season we had lost to Troy Christian by eight points after leading by eight at halftime. Our team was disappointed, but also hungry for revenge. It seemed like eternity waiting for our rematch. The week before the game we began practicing a defensive scheme to stop Troy Christian's six-foot-eight center, James Anderson. He had led the conference in scoring and rebounding all season. He scored eighteen points and grabbed eighteen rebounds in our first meeting and we were determined not to allow that to happen again. Finally, the day came. The day that would change our program. We were ready to put an end
We had an outstanding record of 26-3 winning the Region and District. That year we was the first to ever travel down to Chicago, Illinois and play for the National Championship. The players that were selected for the team was handpicked by the coach because he knew what the players were capable of doing. Every player had their own role on the team which made us so good. There was this one game when we played UConn Avery Point and it was a close game the whole time. The society was so different because there was gym was packed to the max with fans and specters. Going into that game we wasn’t prepared for that type of environment with students yelling our name, and making noise while we was at the free throw. As a team we stuck together and kept giving each other positive feedback and won the game. In the text there is a web that shows the
SLAM! The doors to the team van shut. Greg and his team, the Spartans, filed out of the team bus, and entered the basketball gym. It was the big day, CHAMPIONSHIP DAY! The Spartans were playing the rival Sacramento Cougars in the High School State Championship game. The game was being held in the Cougars home gymnasium. The gym held 17,000 people and was the largest high school gym in California. When they walked in the gym, they felt the energy of the opposing crowd(18). The band was playing and it was an exciting atmosphere. It was a sell out crowd and the gymnasium was packed like sardines.
Upon review of these research results, the improvements across the board in the comparative year-over-year results metrics show that coaching style choice had a profoundly positive influence on the Concord High School Varsity Boys’ Basketball team. They further demonstrate that learning styles and personality traits impacted the coaching style choice, as evidenced by teaching and communication decisions. However, further testing will be needed to affirm the findings on a broader scale, as I previously discussed in the limitations sections of this document.
The team continuously won the games and tournaments we entered, until we were invited to Las Vegas for a Southern United States Tournament. We all drove out together as a team, and played in the tournament against the best teams in the South US. Our team won its first game and was forced to play our rivals, the Brea Bulldogs. This team had been giving us trouble, as we were identical in skill. The game started well and we began to dominate. We ended up winning five to three, and knocked them out of competition. We went through the rest of our competition, and entered the championship game for the South US. We played a team from Arizona called the