What I Learned On Elm Street

aturday 1777, I had a soccer game. The games started at 12;30, as I arrived at the game, I kept getting nervous and nervous. The frogs were a really good team and this was a huge game to us. This game determined if we made it to the championship or not. I knew all of my teammates were going to give it their all and so was I. If we won, we were going to go to the web and later on that night, stay the night at amy's house. Everyone was counting on the best player, jessa. Jessa was nice and super smart. I really looked up to her. Our team had 14 girls on the team. Our team was one of the best teams, in the district. The game had started, the frogs got the ball first, we took the ball supper quick.We were up 17 points, when the other other team,

I take the ball out and instantly we get a turnover. I couldn't believe it, the turnover felt like it was my fault. All of my teammates were confused which lead to more turnovers. Now the other team is coming back for the win. I remember the last two minutes of the game, it was like a clock ticking. Everyone on both teams just wanted to run the clock out. Finally I got a steal and went down the court for a layup, that put us up by two points. The other team comes down the court and waist time then, they take a three while were yelling out shot! The shot goes in. That makes them go up by one, our coach called a timeout. There are only 5 seconds left in the game and I have to take the ball out again. I didn't want to make another mistake so, I launched the ball down court to Chris Robinson. He didn't have the shot so he passed it to Cecil. Cecil also didn't have a shot so he passed it to Martell. As soon as Martelle got the ball there is one more second left and he shoots the ball. The ref calls a foul, and the ball goes in putting us back up by two points. We already knew that we were going to win all Martelle had to do was make this last free throw. He made the free throw and he is the reason that we won that game. Closest game I ever played

We played at the Bartlett gym. It is a small metal gym with a tile floor. That is slick as glass and a big circular fan at one end of the court. It smelled like sweat and popcorn. And i heard the squeak of the shoes. It was are first game. They have played a few games before us we were a little nervous. I started on A team and we played hard. ‘I did get in foul trouble and had to sit a little’. ‘’ my first fouls was when I tried to stuff a kid and hit the kid’’.

We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several

My stomach twisted at the thought of losing when we pulled into the McDougal High School’s parking lot. I ran into the building where our coach taught us the new positions until it was time to play. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. I jumped up with my feet dangling off the ground and slapped the ball out of its orbit and ran down the court. I could feel my heart beating, I lurched to a screaming halt at the three point line and pushed the ball towards the basket. I shut my eyes hoping it would make it. I heard the ball drop to the ground and the crowd that was erupting with cheers, I opened my eyes and saw my teammates smiling. “That’s a girl!” my coach hollered as I ran towards the sideline and sat down on the bench. We ended up winning by 2 points after two overtime periods.

We had to get the ball in, and someone had to make a shot. I was so nervous in the timeout huddle. I kept looking up at the red numbers on the scoreboard. Breathe, just breathe. Coach had written out a whole play for us. We were going to get the ball into Jocelyn at half court and she was going to dribble in and find a shot or pass to me or Ellie on the wings. I was hoping Jocelyn wouldn’t pass to me. It was 4th grade and I wasn’t very good. The referee’s blew their whistles once, then twice, commanding us to take the court. Neither team was ready to see who would be on top when the buzzer would finally go off. As both teams were getting ready to take the court, the ref set the ball on the line and began counting to five. We threw the whole

On a saturday morning the philomath basketball team had a basketball game very early in the morning. I went in the gym and saw my team warming up and I remember looking up from tying my shoes and just see what I thought was a NBA team. When I was walking over to the lay up line I heard there shoes shaking the ground as they would walk and jump the ball not even touching the rim when they would shoot a three and the two post that were 6,2 I know that doesn’t sound talk but for us in 7 grade that was tall. We go back to are bench as we hudl up and I remember my Dad whispers in my ear just post up strong the first time and i promise you he will get scared and not want to play. I remember looking at are crowd and seeing my brother and all his friends laughing and not even looking at the game in front of them.

So that morning when we woke up we had to play at 7am so went an ate at 6am. we went down stairs for breakfast ate and went to put on our warm ups, we loaded the bus and made it to the school. Once we had arrived to the school the team that we were playing was on the floor so we rode the elevator to there second balcony and started to take notes on the team. So i was taking notes on the front row player mainly the middle blocker, so when it got to the second half of the team we were playing we walked to the locker room and started conversing about what did we see about the other team and what could we use as a advantage.

    On The first day of school, Peter brought a basketball to school. This drew the eyes of many of the current Missouri high ball players. As he dribbled through the hallways, the best player in the school Ibrahim Kane, approached him and asked him ,”Are you going to tryout for the varsity basketball team”, Peter said,” yeah”. Ibrahim who is 6’3 and made the varsity team as a freshman, was excited to see

With the season right around the corner I started to get extremely nervous, but I tried not to let it get me. Once practice actually started, I realized I had nothing to worry about. I knew everything was going to be fun and exciting. With the encouragement of my wonderful teammates, I knew this season was going to be a blast. Our first game came along and I was so nervous I didn’t even want to go out there and play. All my teammates told me to just calm down and just go out there and play like we were in practice. They were right, as soon as I got out on the court I didn’t want to leave. Without the encouragement of my teammates, I wouldn’t know what I would have

The wistle blew and I stepped up to the free throw line loking at the players jostling, beads of sweat glistening on their necks like raindrops. Inhaling, I rose up and took the shot, tetering on the rim, it fell off. Screaming, I called for the ball and shot, arcing and missing by a lot. Wellpinit got the ball and ran up the court and got a nice jumper in before we could

We were in the opening day of basketball season our first game.When we were practicing i did not think our team would be ready for pendleton heights, but the team pulled through and beat pendleton heights. The coach gave us his usually good job guys nice work and told us what we needed to work on. Then we sat there and got ready to go home and eat some dope food. Then came the next day but we were on break for a day because we won. School that day was alright then i lifted to get nice and big so no one can dominate me in the paint only i can dominate them. Then what came to practice was nothing but straight up fundamentals the whole practice.

 I was eating some skittles and drinking Gatorade before our final game was going to start. In the tip off my friend Kailey was jumping to get the tip off against a really tall girl. They both jump up and Kailey gets the tip and I dribble up the court and pass it to my teammate lyric and he goes up for the layup and he makes it. The next play that we get the ball lyric passes it to me in the corner then I shoot a three and I make it then the crowd goes wild because I am a really good three point shooter. It is now 5 to 0 and the moody crowd is booing their team because they haven’t made a shot yet. The moody team has the ball now and they pass it to the tall big girl and she shoots the fade away and she makes it. It is now 5 to 2 and there is 19 minutes remaining in the first half. We got the ball and Abby gave it to me in the corner and I

Sweat trickling down my face onto the floor, as I bent down holding my knees on the free throw line. “I should be use to this, the pressure” I thought as my opponent shot the ball. It was the semifinals in the CIAA tournament and I could hear my coach shouting from across the court, “Do your job Lydia’. As a 6”3 post player a lot was expected from you. We were down by 3 in the 4th quarter with 1 min and 23 seconds on the clock. Running down the court with the intent of scoring, I locked eyes with my point guard and at that moment I knew the ball would be in my hands. Dribbling pass two defenders she forcefully threw the ball and without any hesitation I attempted to score and missed. For a split second I felt defeated. All of my teammates had executed there positons and I did not do the one thing required of me; to score. The fire in my teammate’s eyes gave me the courage to run back and defend. With determination and heart I blocked my opponents shot, threw the ball down to my shooting guard who then scored tying the game.

The day I played my best. It was in the morning we had to get up to go to are basketball games. Like all morning I was slow and then I played the best game of my life so far. It was a hard game one of the hardest game ever, no it was the hardest game ever. I know what you're thinking,the team played so well together that it was the best they ever played with each other. Even the shy people scored it was great. The score was unbelievable 200 points to 0. But we actually lost 89 to 58. Yeah I knew, how did I play the best. If we didn't even win and are team wasn't playing together like we always do. Maybe it was because they just wanted the ball or maybe they were just scared.