He started to dribble and took about 3 dribbles then i just had to reach. I thought i was gonna get a foul but i ripped it from him and took back to the other side and dunked it. By this time everyone was on their feet. Everyone on the bench was jumping exuberantly and excited.
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.
As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh
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.
and it was close all the way to the end. We were down by 2 with 20 seconds to go and Mattson got fouled. He went to the line and made 1 of 2 free throws. Marquette had the ball and they missed their shot. We got the ball and we drove down the floor I got the ball and threw it to Jacob who threw it to Jake
Coach Simmons told me I was starting this game. It was my first real shot to prove my worth. About two minutes into the game, there was an errant pass that rolled towards the sideline. I started to sprint to the ball, trying to beat the guy I was covering. I got to the ball first and started to scoop it up, however I didn't see the guy about to hit my side.
“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 was about to sob my heart out. But with some strange turn of events, the coaches said it wasn’t over. Now, what I am about to speak about is absolutely crazy and unfair in my mind as I reminisce about the event today. So basically, in this little league, if you went undefeated on the season and you lost in the championship game, you got to play again. We played again; this time much harder, for we underestimated the other team’s abilities to play baseball the first time.
At the same time a whistle echoes through the bleachers, as fans cheer and boo. Mean time the shot goes in. Could this be the win? That's when you see the refs call, the player had stepped out of bounce, turning the ball over to the other team. Have you ever played a high school sport?
Moreover, I ran up and down every court after every loose ball and never let it go. I could not believe that I had forgotten the pleasure that I had with this ball.” Without you, I can’t survive,“ I said calmly while I fall asleep with embraced the ball with both hands. Since then, I had determined my dream that no matter what, I will be in the NBA player and prove Mr. Jonathan that I can be better, more athletic, and eligible to be a part of the greatest basketball league.
We were winning 5-3 and this was all a friendly match with all my friends and our team was currently on the defense, defending our goal. I was about to claim position of the ball to put my team on the attack but when I placed my left foot next to the ball I got shoved and when I placed my right foot to