Air ball— again. My form was lost, coordination gone, and so was my patience. I’ve stopped playing basketball for 3 months mainly because of school work and things going on in my life. I was determined to get my skills back no matter how long it’ll take. I started a game of basketball with other people inside the gyms court. 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 but, sadly it was an air ball. Unfortunately, I lost the basketball game for us; the people on the …show more content…
I started to practice at my house—it was the only hoop available for me at the time. Everyday, I would go outside and just shoot as many shots as I can so, I could make my form better. A few weeks of practicing, I started to see progress in my form—I made more shots than usual. Since I thought I was getting better, I decided to ask my parents if they could put me in a basketball team. My parents agreed without any hesitation. After that, I trained hard so that when the moment came, I could show off my …show more content…
This way, he can determine which role is best for me to play. During the game, I loved shooting outside the 3 point line. The role he chose for me was a shooting guard. I have my first game in a few days so, I practiced my shooting and dribbling. I started another game with my teammates so, we could practice our communication for when the game day came. Today, was tiring. I did all my practicing so that I just have to rest and get ready for tomorrow 's game. I get ready for my game by putting on my uniform. The game is starting and the whole crowd is cheering for
Accepting a position to play with the top team in the next highest age group in my club was a great opportunity, although I was certain that it would present obstacles to overcome. Being the youngest player on a team with incredible athletes who display their talent on the court is an exceptional achievement. However, this accomplishment can comes with questions, hesitation, and stereotypes. Yes, I am only in eighth grade. Yes, I am small.
I cannot recall a day in my life when I have not heard a sound of a bouncing ball; as I grew up eating, and breathing basketball, or ever since, I started rolling my dad 's tube sock and shooting an imaginary shot against a wall. Thenceforward, my heart fell in love with the winning, the competition, and the adrenaline of the game of basketball. “It was reminiscing when I was young; I was strolling around the Smith Park with a basketball in my hand, and wearing a gold/purple Kobe Bryant jersey until I espied a compelling teenager playing basketball with tight handles and great athleticism at the basketball court. Whereupon, I pondered about my future and his inspiration for me that I will be a competent basketball player in the NBA and be like him.
Just 2 minutes left the sun half way set, the crowd cheering and most of all the scouts not blinking paying attention to every detail, play and decision each one of us makes, I see the ball come off the rim and the other team grab the rebound and their other play already across the court just past half court I knew what I had to do. With no thought or anything I break out running across the court chasing their player knowing he was going for a fast break lay-up I knew I could catch there was no doubt about it but the question was would I block the ball or not I can feel the eyes staring at us curiously wonder what will happen. Just like I predicted I see his hand turn upside down getting ready to lay it up I take 2 more steps and leap as hard as I can towards the ball staring at the ball and nothing else all I cared about was saving my team from those 2 points and looking good on the court and on that stats sheets, that was a decision I would later pay for. I did what I had practice and done hundreds of times before at the park I swat my hand towards the ball as hard as I can, I hear when my hand hits it and it bounces off the backboard not thinking about my landing instead of preparing for the fall I prepare myself to start running back across court but that wouldn’t happen when I landed I felt a pop in my knee’s
I Felt the sticky grip of the ball in my hand thinking of it as if I was holding the entire game. I ignored the fans screaming my name and cheering me on. My feet pounded the floor one by one as the ball bounced up and down on the court, with only five seconds I found my lane and took it. Their was the clock taunting me, four,
This was a huge step for me considering I did not even start JV a year ago. Although my dream came true by playing varsity with the upperclassmen, I did not want to stop there. I continued to listen to coach’s tips and work on my ball handling skills during practice. While my sophomore year consisted of more of a learning experience from playing JV, to adjusting and playing at the varsity level, I grew as a player and a person; I remained proud of what I accomplished. Time passed and before I realized it, my junior season arrived.
“Are you really serious about basketball?” said my Dad “Yes Dad, I’m sure” I said “Then let’s call the coach” said Dad Then we called the coach and started going to practice. I made some friends and I had people on my team that I 've played against so it was kind of awkward at first but then we all became friends and a great team. The team consisted of me, Ali, Cole, Javion, Marquise,
One of my fans so nicely decided to let us use his autographed tennis ball signed by me. Jakob started off with the ball, who then passed it to John who then tried taking a shot which I dropped down in front of to block it. I then got up, passed the ball to Aaron who immediately passed the ball back. I took the ball in on a breakaway and went bar down to make the game 9-3. Jason passed it over to Scott who I had no problem body checking him flying into some old ladies car.
On that summer I played basketball every single day ( with my brother or not). My brother played basketball against me all the time and everytime he would beat me. I think this is why a I am so good now, because that made me want to practice because I felt that I should be able to beat him ( even though he was in the ninth grade). So I pushed myself and played pickup games with him and his friends.
There was this one kid who was very good and I recognized him from outdoor, so I started to talk to him. We became friends and one day at practice they put me on defense and I wasn’t doing so good, so the boy came up to me and said you can do better. He also told me this, “No one gets to shoot,” so I laughed and tried my best and it worked, he brought up my confidence. Ever since that day we always say that and laugh about it.
Basketball was my all-time favorite sport since the time I could walk. Approaching a new school, new people, and new coaches, you will always have that one individual that despises of you. Therefore you discover a strong venom into your veins. In practice, everyday,
The overtime went back and forth with scoring, and nearing the one minute mark the score became tied up at 72. My team had possession and decided to run the clock down till the last shot stayed in our hands. My coach called a timeout with ten seconds left on the clock, and he decided to test me and give me the final shot. After one of my teammates threw the ball to me, I drove in, shot the ball and missed; luckily the ref saw a foul and sent me to the free throw line for two shots with no time remaining on the clock. These free throws either sent us to another overtime or got us the championship.
The ref blew his whistle, and threw the ball up into the air. My sister tipped the ball backwards. It was our ball first. This was going to be a good game. As I was watching the game, we were always up by at least 12 points.
Finally, around the middle of the season, I was beginning to warm up for the junior varsity game when the head coach pulled me aside and asked me to officially be on varsity. The season only improved, because not only was I on the team, but I felt like I was actually contributing to the team. By playoffs, I was a starting midfielder and I scored the first goal of the game.
The man living there wanted to find out what was there they named the ball LeBron James the man how owned the house was Steph Curry. It came out one night he picked up a chair a tried to hit the ball with it he missed and the ball went back under the rug and back into his hoop. So Steph called Kevin Durant a teammate of Steph’s and said, “Will you come over to check this out and stay the night I’m so scared”. Next, Kevin came over and the ball stayed their waiting he waited till two weeks passed then it happened again. The ball came out when Steph was home unaccompanied it came out Steph thought as fast as he could he swiftly ran to the kitchen gripped a knife.
Everyone was still wearing white shirts, and I still had my yellow shirt. It was at that moment that I realized I still had a chance to do something spectacular. I dropped the basketball and imagined it to be a soccer ball. Big Ben had more control than me over the ball, but now I have more control. I kicked the ball under Big Ben’s legs and kicked the ball up into the net.