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Personal Narrative-The Most Important Game Of My Life

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We are down one with ten seconds left in the AAU state basketball championship game. This is the most important game of my life. My agent Tom said there were several college scouts in the building. I’m dog tired from the amazing performance I’m having. I already have 30 points, 11 assists, and 6 rebounds. I look up at Cameron and Emma sitting in the stands; I can sense their nervousness. None of that matters right now though because I am in the zone. The fans are screaming their heads off, but as my teammate Drew inbounds the ball I tune out all the sound. I turn to dribble down the court and I feel everything start to slow down. The other team’s best player Mark comes over to guard me. I already let him get the best of me once, but I won’t let that happen again. I have something to prove.

I’ve always loved basketball. As I’m sitting down watching the Rockets and Celtics game I reflect on my basketball career. I remember shooting with my dad in the Driveway for hours at a time. I remember the first basketball game I ever went to. I went to a Hawks game with some friends. I remember all the Boys and Girls Club teams I played for. All of these experiences have influenced me and made me who I am. I try to thank all my former coaches because if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have even pursued basketball.

Welcome to the city of angels kid. This is all so surreal to me. A month ago I was living in Atlanta now because of my new agent I am going to a private

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