Luke Skewis Book Report

After catching a game at Cincinnati McNicholas high school yesterday afternoon, I headed to Taft high school to watch another game. This one featured two Cincinnati high schools I had never watched play before. Aiken and Gamble Montessori, at a stadium I had never been to. When all was said and done the game ended up being hard faught and very compeitive and I got to see a player, who was as good as any I have watched this season. (NOTE-I AM USING ROSTER FROM HUDL.COM AND MAXPREPS.COM)

With ten seconds left we sprinted down the court passed it to our best player and with three seconds left he got fouled for two shots. Everyone lined up, the people on the bench all the superstitious stuff we could think of. He got the ball. Took one dribble. Donk.

I had so much fun. I use to play football at recess, but now we do not have recess.in the fourth grade I had a chance for sports and I did basketball and football and track. I really did not like the couches so I dropped out of it

The sport of basketball is played throughout the world in every country, with many having dreams to become the very best. Wilton Norman Chamberlain was a professional basketball player who was born August 8, 1936, and grew up in a small town in Philadelphia. He was a professional National Basketball Association player for the team know as, at the time, the Philadelphia Warriors (now known as the Philadelphia 76ers). Wilt Chamberlain is not only arguably the best player in the world, but he has the statistics and records to prove it. He has set insurmountable records and has the greatest overall statistics that have been documented.

Wilt led the Jayhawks to the NCAA finals, but lost in double overtime to North Carolina. He averaged a little bit over 30 points a game and was selected twice to All-American teams during his college career. Just like in high school, Wilt played fantastic in college and he knew that it was time to go pro. Wilt left college a year early to go to the NBA but he couldn’t

Afterwards we took team photos, talked, and hugged for the last time as a team. It was sad but we were all pretty happy with ourselves for winning though. Couple months later, I 'm standing up before a bleacher full of parents smiling at their graduating 8th graders. I stood awkwardly as the teacher said my name and awards. One of my awards happened to be team sportsmanship or something like that for constantly cheering on my teammates and helping them out.

I love watching momentum shifts as a team goes on an eight to zero run randomly in the middle of the third quarter. I love listening to the play-by-play guy Chris paint the games picture with his words the way Shakespeare did with his plays. I love the way Ms. Brown tells the fans how the screen set by Nojel freed up a shot for Chris who wasn’t involved in the screen. Color Commentating for the basketball teams at Evanston Township High School gave me a look into a profession that I may want to do with my life.

Four days and change after my mediocre tryout I was awarded the same phone call and sympathetic embrace from my parents. I woke to a loud buzzing noise late at night, a month before my birthday. Michael Spiro’s name had found its way to the lock screen of my phone. He texted me asking if I would be interested in trying out for soccer in the upcoming August season. I had not played soccer since 4th grade and never had played the goalie position so this proposal came as a major shock to me.

I didn’t get any points that night.. every time I went up to serve, I could feel my father’s eyes boring into me! If I messed up, I could feel tears swelling up into my eyes, I just wanted to make him proud of me. My passes were not as good as what

After watching their supportiveness, I knew we could turn it around. The next weekend we played Lee, our rivals. During the game everyone shared the ball, making us all happy—including the parents. We upset Lee, claiming our first victory of the season.

“It is only a game” is a common saying I have heard several times in my life. However, it does not explain the crazy actions and immense passion I experience on the PIT floor for basketball games. These feelings reached a pinnacle point during my freshman year basketball game against our arch-rivals, the Bettendorf Bulldogs. “If we can keep Bear from posting up and scoring, we should be win the game,” my friend Bryce analyzed. I responded, “We will need to shoot the three ball to have a chance, Bettendorf is a really good team”.

In 2014, the Lady Crusaders had a remarkable undefeated season. The most remarkable part of that is in volleyball it requires a minimum of 6 players on the court, and that was exactly what we had; 6. We all depended on each other tremendously, as we had no subs and little room for error. We knew if one of us made the wrong move and injured ourselves we were done for the season.

so Lebron threw it to Hayden and Hayden SLAMMED DUNKED it! Every was excited they were all jumping on Hayden patting him on the back. Hayden wasn 't that all excited about it he was depressed because his family couldn 't come because the weather in Michigan was horrible they were having so much snow you couldn 't drive a dump

The kid who hit Ryan was in the 7th grade with him, and he happened to be Ryan best friend named Billy. Billy was on the football team, he was the stud running back, but Ryan has never played football in his life. Billy always tries to get him to go out but Ryan just won’t do it. Ryan is more into computer games than he is into sports.

With less than 1 minute left, my team passed the ball in. Time was ticking down as our point guard came down the court. Even though it was the month of December, the gym was hot, and there was beads of sweat coming down my face. I positioned myself in a spot to where i could shoot or drive if I were to get the ball. By the time I took a jab-step into the lane, there was 20 seconds left.