Summary: An Elite Journey

“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”.

As Robert Frost once said, “Two Roads Diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. Similar to Frost, the men’s basketball coach at St. Anthony’s High School, Robert Hurley, has taken the road less traveled by declining many professional coaching opportunities in order to remain a leader in his Jersey City Community. Hurley’s love for basketball and coaching began at the age thirteen years old when he was recruited to join a youth basketball league in his hometown, Jersey City. Despite his young age, Hurley learned how to lead by the example of this youth coach, Charlie Shaughnessy, who taught Hurley how to care for his protégés.

Johnson would explain how important it was to go up early on a team like this in a tournament.” We really just wanted to play tight defense, and play our game and not theirs. It took some of the pressure off of us, but unfortunately, when they get kept

Possession was the one thing on everyone’s mind. Time was evaporating, the other team and their fans started to get optimistic. The buzzer announced the end of the competition and the roar from our opponents deafened cries from our team and our fans. We had lost the first game for our program in fourteen years.

I think are basketball team got a lot closer after that

The 8th graders knew the game would be close after a narrow win previously at Green Co. Metcalfe started out hot outscoring Green 12-2 in the 1st quarter and powering the ball to the hole. However, the 2nd quarter was all Green Co. outscoring Metcalfe 16 - 2. The half-time score showed Metcalfe down 14 - 23. Rebounding was in favor of Green Co. with them pulling down 36 to Metcalfe’s 25.

I leaped as high as I could and unfortunately missed the tip the game was already heading south but the game had just started so we had no worries. The first quarter had several lead changes we both had bad shooting quarters shooting below the 30% but that wasn’t what mattered we were all worried about looking good as a team and winning the game not individual stats. About ¾ of the way through the first quarter our coach called a timeout and called us to the sideline and said “Guys you are a great group of kids and have made my coaching experience beyond expectable and you are a bright group of kids so after this season I’ll be retiring and making sure I go out with bang so win this game for me!” and that’s when the game took a drastic change, we began to play with our heart not just our

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.

Tonight was a hard fought game. We didn 't play our best basketball, but for the first time we went out there and really competed. We didn 't shoot the ball particularly well and the offense was a little too stagnant, but we scrapped on defense, crashed every board, took every possession personal, and made our free throws.” Josh Skelley led Tioga with 25 points while going 9 for 12 from the free throw line and pulled down 11 rebounds. Dauth had a strong performance with 14 points, 22 rebounds, five assists and four steals.

It was mid-February, Whittier’s C team was almost undefeated. Since it was past midseason, D team played first. I don’t remember if they won or not, but I’ll give you a summary. Lots of people running up and down the court missing layups. There were funny moments and there were epic battles for loose balls, but it was just as intense as any other basketball game.

Miami coach Al Golden was so proud of his team. ” Give Nebraska credit for the way they played” he said, “But give our kids a lot of credit for fighting, scratching, clawing, staying together, having a poise and finishing it in overtime.” . On the other hand though “ the Cornhuskers (1-2) have a losing record after three games for the first time since 1981.” . All

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.

We were down by 1. They had a very selfish player that had almost half of their points. So we figured if we just lock him up when knew we were gonna win. He scored about 5 more points to start the 3nd half so by that time i just started guarding him. I knew he was weak minded and just wanted to shoot over me

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.

“Northward Bound” by Matthew Henson is about a black guys who in 1909 achieved what most would consider the impossible. Born in 1866, Matthew Henson lived with his uncle and went to N. Street School in D.C. after his mother died at age seven. After School, Matthew was a seaman and traveled to many different countries. In 1891, Matthew went on his first expedition with Robert E. Perry as an assistant and didn’t miss one mission since. On July 6, 1908 Matthew embarked on the longest, hardest, journey of his life in a boat named after President Roosevelt.