My Story Hearing my future coach blowing his whistle and yelling for us to bring it in for our first varsity practice, I could feel my heart begin to race. Going to a school and joining the varsity team as a freshman with 7 D1 athletes on it and one of the best coaches in the country, one could say I was a tad bit nervous. Looking around in the huddle of teammates and coaches, I knew I had picked the right high school because the group of people surrounding me was going to make me a better basketball player. Having both perspectives of my coach giving me critical feedback of my play and my teammates encouraging me to never give up and keep working hard, I learned that it would be challenging, but if I kept my heart to it, I could reach some
I wanted to play like him, live like him, and succeed like him. But, my love for this new game came in immediate conflict with my other love, basketball. My dad had played basketball for his entire young life and his whole high school career. I have heard countless stories of basketball from my dad, stories of triple doubles and overtime wins, and I wanted to have those experiences for myself. I joined my first basketball team at seven years old, and I played in leagues ever since.
I still love the game of basketball, but not enough to pour ten to fifteen hours a week into it, like I do with lacrosse. I absolutely adore the opportunity I get to play a sport I love every day. Our team this year has a great chance of pushing for a state title, and I could not have more hope, nervousness, and excitement built up inside of me. Every time I think about the chance I get to enter the field with Brentwood across my chest, I feel ecstatic. I feel blessed with such an incredible opportunity that I never want to take for granted.
It was game day today. My teammates and I had a game against our rivalry high school Alta and we were pumped because we have beaten them every year since 2014. This year felt like we would keep that streak up and in motion. They had 6 really tall players while we only had 2. It made us all nervous for a while until we seemed to get over it.
I wore my favorite Rajon Rondo shirt, my velcro shoes, and an unwavering smile. That was the night I realized basketball was my passion. But, many season have come and gone and my years of playing draw fewer and fewer. Looking back, I think of all the things I could’ve done differently to just earn a few more years to play. If I just practiced harder that day or played better that tryout or that game.
The dynamics of a game of basketball very well correspond with the adversities I faced, hurdles I overcame and achievements I made in life. On my first experience as a professional player, with the entire stadium packed with players, coaches and basketball lovers I became extremely nervous and missed a couple of shots. The shots I missed cost my team dear and made me so apprehensive that I could not even attempt another basket. However nebulous it might seem but it was this and many such experiences that played a vital role in making me the individual that I am. Playing basketball for more than a decade, I have come to realise that sports offer a great metaphor for life.
Since picking up “The Rock” seven years ago, I’ve come to love basketball, and it’s given me experiences, skills and values emanating beyond the game itself. Whenever I’m feeling stressed, shooting a few hoops with my little sister at the park is a surefire way to relax and have fun. From weight training to running liners, basketball has helped me develop discipline and an appreciation for teamwork. Furthermore, basketball has been my medium to travel across the globe and even take a photo with UMich star Jamal Crawford. From Memorial Day weekend tournaments in downtown San Francisco to spontaneous pick-up games with local high school athletes in Okayama, Japan, time and time again, basketball has transcended language and culture, allowing
If you would've told my ten year- old self that today I would be a cheerleader and love every single minute of it, she would’ve laughed and then probably thrown herself off of a cliff. When I was younger I played basketball, volleyball, and goofed around with ballet. I didn’t really love these sports and only joined teams because my mom wanted to get me involved. However, it was obvious by
Because of this hard work, I lettered varsity my freshman year at Crown Point, and I was placed on the varsity Munster volleyball team. I have been on the most successful club team around. We have gotten third place at our national tournament two years in a row, and also won our national tournament one year. People say “you do not know what you have had, until you have lost it.” The meaning of this quote has become appallingly clear, as it has become my reality. Up until now, I have always taken volleyball for granted.
All the six games, at least scoring one basket, we got to the finals. Fourth quarter of the final game came. Our team was losing by two and there were around fourteen seconds remaining. I don’t know what the coach thought of but he decided to put me in when he had so many other options. The coach told me to stay in the three point line in order to shoot if I can.
The First Game Kendall Smith is a seventeen year old girl who is very passionate about basketball. She is a senior at Maple Park High School in Hudson, New York. Her family consists of her, her parents, and her twin sister, Kate. Kate serves as Kendall’s schoolwork agent. Kendall wants to go to Duke, but she has trouble with keeping her grades up.
When you were a kid did you ever sit on your rear end and daydreamed about being in the NBA, and earning millions of dollars each year? Well when Derek Fisher was a kid, he too dreamed about being in the NBA, but through hard work and strenuous hours of practise Derek made his dream a reality. Derek was born August 9, 1974, in Little Rock, Arkansas. Derek Fisher 's mother was Annette Fisher, and his father, was John Fisher. Derek has two siblings, one brother Duane Washington, and one sister DeAndra Fisher.
When I was young, money was not a big deal when I asked for something. If I wanted it, I begged my mom to get it for me. I never understood why I was unable to get the new toy that just came out, or the new shoes that every girl was about to have on Monday morning when I walked through the doors of Gretna Middle School. The summer before I started middle school, I decided to join a volleyball team. Needless to say, I fell in love with the game and continually tried to better my performance.
Following this, she began taking gymnastics lessons and was then asked to join a competitive gymnastics team, which she did for 2 years. She was always excited and ready to learn new things. Out of her three main sports her most favorite sport was basketball. Jordan was not very good in the beginning, but with hard work and the help of her twin sister, Jada, she grew to love the sport and realized there is more to basketball than scoring points. Jordan became a great defensive player.She began playing in third grade for her private school team and for a travel basketball team.