Just 2 minutes left the sun half way set, the crowd cheering and most of all the scouts not blinking paying attention to every detail, play and decision each one of us makes, I see the ball come off the rim and the other team grab the rebound and their other play already across the court just past half court I knew what I had to do. With no thought or anything I break out running across the court chasing their player knowing he was going for a fast break lay-up I knew I could catch there was no doubt about it but the question was would I block the ball or not I can feel the eyes staring at us curiously wonder what will happen. Just like I predicted I see his hand turn upside down getting ready to lay it up I take 2 more steps and leap as hard as I can towards the ball staring at the ball and nothing else all I cared about was saving my team from those 2 points and looking good on the court and on that stats sheets, that was a decision I would later pay for. I did what I had practice and done hundreds of times before at the park I swat my hand towards the ball as hard as I can, I hear when my hand hits it and it bounces off the backboard not thinking about my landing instead of preparing for the fall I prepare myself to start running back across court but that wouldn’t happen when I landed I felt a pop in my knee’s
(when in the huddle before each game, listening to coach Vandermulen and our two captains fire us up, I am more than eager to start the game, to run long way down the court along side our fans, to make unbelievable passes without looking or behind my back, to be ready to catch and shoot, to score, or even to miss, but most of all, to play the game I love. I’m ready to do what I’ve loved since I picked up that basketball for the first time in third grade. I’m ready to be one with the team, to be a Roman. The intensity and emotions that come along with each game make me apart of that game. As a player, I live for the rivalries, the scrappy games that go down to the wire, the sweat.
I was trying to encourage our team, and kept yelling to get a stop and do what we were supposed to. However, I noticed that I was doing the same thing they all were - backing off when the person I was guarding got the ball. So, the next time I had the opportunity, I got up into my man and did exactly what I was trying to get my teammates to do. The next play, Jordan did the same thing, and we got a steal. Then, Alex, Ben, and Sherman all started to follow what we started.
Breath was rushing out the kid who wore a Gray and blue uniform, the boy 's hair was black and poked straight up in twisted curls, he had brown eyes that looked like dirt, he was strong and athletic, his name was D’haquille Jones, and I was DhaQuille Jones, staring down at the newly glazed floorboards of John Pickett high school gym. The ref blew the whistle signaling that our time out was over, and all we had was thirteen precious seconds to beat the Valencia high. I jogged onto the court, adrenaline rushing through my body. The ref tossed the ball towards Chris, once he had found the open man he lobbed it over the oncoming defender. Calling for the ball I sprinted around my defender to get open.
The first posession of the game Cole passed me the ball in the corner and I took a shot from behind the three point line. As soon as I shot it I knew it was going in. The ball didnt even touch the rim, it just tickled the twine and made a swish sound.
It's the last minute of our game against Fox Mills. We’re neck and neck. So close that the smallest mistake will determine our fate. I clutch the ball as tight as a hawk trying not to release its prey. Then I dribble as fast as a cheetah. The chilling breeze brushed up against my skin, thankfully drying up some of the sweat that was finding its way into my eyes. My hand still trembling with nervousness, and my stomach churning with nausea. I was approaching the basket and the crowd starts to rise like a Tsunami. As I got really close to the basket I got into my layup position. Taking two swift steps and then just simply serving the ball on to the backboard. Right when the ball left my fingertips all eyes were glued on the ball. Next thing
The next day, I showed up at the Smith Park with my ball and the same NBA jersey. I met a 6’11 person. He proposed to be my coach and be willing to teach me about the game. I asked for his name and he said, “just call me coach Jack”. He wanted to teach me about basketball’s earnestness, and determination.
“EVERYBODY ON THREE, 1 2 3 WARRIORS (everyone yelled). Coming off the sideline I felt that this game was going to be a devastating loss, but still had the gut feeling to play as hard as I could. FOOOH! Went the whistle as we started off passing the ball to each other. “ Pass the ball over here” I yelled with all my might.
I have been waiting since the start of summer for this day, the day to go against Topeka West the school that have been talking stuff for the longest. There was so much hype about this game and it was finally here, when the bell ringed at the end of the day i rushed out of class and got on the bus to head over to chandler our practice field. When we got there we all the football players loaded off the bus and when we got off there was a table of chips,water,gatorade,PB & J and fruit snacks so we didn’t play on an empty stomach. After we ate and got ready coach talk to us for a little bit and then we got on the bus to head to Hummer sports park, it was a loud bus but i don 't think coach cared because we was hype going to play t-west. Topeka high and Topeka west have been rivals for ever in almost every sport but mainly football. So we got drop off by our bus driver at Hummer sports park.We go in the locker room to get dress to go do our stretches so we don’t pull anything and to get ready for our game so
As we stood on the freshly cut grass motionless, in complete despair, we soon realized the effort we had given was simply not enough. We could have ran those suicides harder, connected one more pass, added 5 more pounds in the weight room. Although the crowd was roaring, everyone in a white uniform stood as if there wasn’t a sound heard for miles. With 56 seconds left on the clock, we all knew our season was coming to an end. The time that we thought was boundless, was ended by a buzzer that only brought disappointment.
The second I was on the field I knew my team had the game won. All I could see around me was a group of men ready for war. I couldn’t be more ready for my last home opener so after I did what I do when the unexplainable happens, accept it. I ran to the 45 to the 35 to the 20, hoping to find the kick returner. 8 months waiting for this moment all the sweat, pain, 100 degree sun beaming UV rays to my face.
I took off with the ball all the way to the basket and made a layup in less than a min. of the game. We already knew it was going to be a good game. We were up the whole first half of the game. We were so pumped up and thrilled that we were up.
He was talented, The coach subs the man who couldn't defend Andrew and subbed me in. The team passed me the ball I dribbled rapidly to start a fastbreak. Andrew tried steal it from him I span around him and gave my teammate a alley oop. People on the bench started to gaze at me.
When my favorite basketball team, the Boston Celtics, played in their season opening game on October 17th, I would not have dreamt that I would be leaving the room in tears after having flashbacks of the biggest setback in my lifetime. Celtics player Gordon Hayward suffered a serious leg injury early in the game. While many people were disappointed that one of the Celtics’ best players was injured, I sympathized for Gordon because I truly understood what he was going through. The biggest setback of my life came on September 1, 2015, just before my sophomore year of high school.