The Hook Shot Essay

Jason knew I was done approached me about color guard. “Look, Lillian, I know you don’t want to be the color guard commander. I need you to trust me, you are the best person for the job. We need you to not quit quite yet. And, if you won’t do it for the team, do it for yourself.”

I have never felt more nervous than in the locker room before my region game in Pierre to advance to the state tournament. My teammates and I were gathered in the locker room before the game like we usually are, but this was different. The feeling of knowing that this was our last chance of going to the state tournament and playing for a championship was on the line. I remember it was so quite. I had headphones on, and so many thoughts were traveling my mind. The music blasting in my ears was a blur and all I could hear was my own heart beating. Coach Gardner entered the room and had the coaching staff with him preparing to give his pregame speech. After he relieved some of our stress and nerves, we were ready. We broke down the huddle and jogged down the dark hall to the court. I will never forget walking onto the court hearing the screeching cheers and seeing the sea of purple on one side of the court and red on the other.

We got changed in the locker room, listening to music that would get our adrenaline pumping. The game started with a tip-off with us getting the ball and scoring on the first play, but so did the other team. The game was very close. We would score, they would score. No one ever got ahead by more than four points. At the end of the second quarter with ten seconds left, it was their ball and we were down by two. They did a nice play and a girl got a wide open three pointer. Then the buzzer went off and we all looked at our fuming coach and knew what was about to come at half time. You know that scene in the movie, “42” about Jackie Robinson, where the other teams coach is yelling at him saying rude things? And then there’s the heartbreakingly beautiful scene where Jackie goes into the dugout and breaks his bat and screams and cries. That’s what our halftime was like. The coach yelling and us wanting to scream and cry, but still we had determination to win this game. We came back out ready to play and immediately tied it back it up. The game kept going back and forth, until the fourth quarter with a minute left and us up by four. The other teams coach called a timeout and our coach gave us a speech about if we wanted to win, we needed teamwork. Teamwork just like Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers. We came back out and held the game at four points until the buzzer went

With two seconds left in the first half, Wes Washpun was at half court and time was running down, so he shot the ball and it went through the hoop! ¨WOOOO!¨ I jumped up and down and saying to the players as they were going into the tunnel, ¨Let's go boys! We can do this!¨ UNC was up 41 to 32 at halftime.

“It’s something that I love being a part of and whenever I get the chance I’ll put my hand up. I’m more than ready and proud play for my country.”

As I got settled in the dugout, I heard my coach yell, ¨Michael, youŕe batting second in the lineup, and

I was a little guy so I just stood there on the court and shot the ball.

It’s Saturday, October 1, 1932 at Wrigley Field in Chicago. It’s a bright and sunny day. It’s Game 3 of the World Series between the New York Yankees and the Chicago Cubs. And the grandstands are jam-packed with nearly 50,000 fans.

I ran back to the ball with all of my might pick up the ball with 10 sec left...10...9...8...7...6...5...4... I shot the ball! 3...2...SCORE!

As of planned, my team in bounded the scream. I caught the ball, stood there, and held the ball to my hip. I called for a screen from one of my teammates. I used the screen soon after he set in. All I heard was my coach telling me to shoot. I pulled up way beyond the three point line and I swished it. I won the Pennsylvania State Championship.

We went into the field and saw the field and stuff, it was so cool there were hall of fame player banners and vendors all over. My favorite players were on the sidelines because they don’t play in preseason. There

We got down In the barriers and we started shooting. My other teammates including John Moore got up and I said “ NO NO NO NO NO!!!”

As the referee blew the whistle, it was game time! My teammate were on her tip toes already in motion to jump, she jumped and smacked the ball before the other opponent could even get a chance to jump! The ball came my way and I dribbled the ball three times, crossed doubled between my legs two times, I lingered up, did the Lebron James basketball shake before I took my shot and put up

Dante gave his best friend and second-in-command an incredulous look, "Newbies? Veterans are supposed to train newbies. A team completely comprised of newbies with no powers and no experience has never been done. They'll get slaughtered."

Jasmine, a few other people and I weren't starting, so we sat down. Later in the second half Coach Benny usually would have subbed by now. Then someone said, " I wonder is we are going to to play? " Loud enough for Coach Benny could hear. I was thinking the same thing, but I know better not to say it out loud.