The journey to varsity tryouts started when I was in 8th grade. There was a camp, right after school, where the best basketball players in my class who were going to Canton, were invited to try and make the summer league team. When I got to the gym before I could even put my shoes on, the head coach of the varsity team came up to me and said, “Noah I want you to come to the center court and practice with the varsity players today”. I couldn’t believe it. I quickly laced my shoes and ran onto the JV court and started practicing my shooting. After 30 seconds, the coach yelled my name and told me to go to the varsity court. Nervously, I ran to the center court, where one of the best players to ever play at Canton, introduced himself and explained the drill to me. This was like a dream come true. After the practice ended, the coach gave me the schedule for the varsity summer league schedule. This was quite a shock because I was just a freshman. I played the rest of …show more content…
I added small improvements to my game like three point shooting, and additional conditioning so I would not get tired late in games. By the time basketball season rolled around, I was ready for tryouts. The coach had me tryout with both the freshman and the varsity team on the first day. This made the first day the hardest day since, for the most part, all we did was run sprints. Once I got past the first day, however, the next two days were fairly easy, I was able to run sprints without losing all my energy before getting to the scrimmages. After the third day of tryouts each person was called into the team room, and told whether they made the team or not. Not knowing what to expect all I could do was pray and anxiously wait for my name to be called. Of course, I was the very last person to be called in to meet with the
The title of my book is Sacred Hoops. The author of Sacred Hoops is Phil Jackson. Sacred Hoops is told through the eyes of Phil Jackson who is one of the most successful and greatest coaches of all time. This book is an inside look at the higher wisdom of teamwork. It shows that basketball is not all about basketball, and seen more through the spiritual side of it.
This was shown last year. With one week left in the season, one of our top player was injured at the conference. I was the next player on the roster, and, after only playing a few varsity tennis matches during the season, was asked to transition from cheerleader to champion and play at the sectional tournament. I stayed after practice every day that week to prepare with one of the assistant coaches. I ended up not only playing well, but
And waited. And waited. Well it really didn 't take that long but it felt like it. When we got the email it said that I had made the STL Fire black team but, because they didn 't have enough players for the STL Fire fall ball team so I could play fall ball with them if I wanted to.
After my first season of varsity was over I felt even more motivated to get better. I started lifting weights almost every day, even if it meant I had to go to the gym at midnight and still go to school the next morning. The summer of my senior year all I did was either work or work out, I barely spent any time with my friends. But all that work paid off for me because as my senior season approached, I found myself starting on both sides of the ball and on special
Now I knew almost all of the coaches except the freshmen. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew we were going to come out and work hard every practice. All I wanted to do was impress the coaches. I had an advantage over all my teammates, I kinda knew what they expected.
Our athletic director got wind and personally drove and picked me up and dropped me off at the site with the rest of my team. It was incredible to see someone go that far out of their way for some scrawny little sophomore who might have gotten moved up to varsity a little too soon. But, I wasn’t the only one would could tell a story similar to that one. That man instilled the passion inside me to try to be close to the man he
There was no way around the tryouts. I vividly remember having this conversation with my parents. “Mom and Dad, I’m not one hundred percent sure if I want to continue to play basketball with MoKan. I play sports the whole year and rarely have time time off.” I
Diagnostic Essay After reading the article “You Can Grow Your Brain”, it made me feel more confident in myself and encouraged me to take on new tasks in the near future. By reading this article I have learned that the more you practice or exercise at something, the better you will be at whatever it is you chose. There was a time in elementary, where I discovered how much I loved sports, however, I wasn 't very athletic. I loved watching the game of basketball, it interested me so much and was very entertaining. When recess or free time came around each school day, after lunch, some guys including my older brother would shoot baskets and play games with teams.
Luckily, one of my teammates from travel allowed me to play for his school's team, which I did for all of middle school. This was a really good
So I didn’t make the team. This was the first. The second came as I was in the 9th grade, and I saw a similar sign to that same one in junior high. “Girls’ junior varsity basketball tryouts after school.”
Cheerleading Tryouts We had cheerleading tryouts at the end of last year. It was one of the most stressful times of my life. One of my biggest dreams was to become a cheerleader. Before cheerleading began I had more free time, played other sports, and spent more time with my family.
During practice we did this drill for the starters. As I was sitting on the silver, cold bench, coach called my name. I was very surprised and my heart started racing. “Matty you will be starting forward now”.
Here is where my journey, and also the most dreaded part of the year comes, tryout season. My summer went as planned. Working very hard to achieve my goal of making the best team I could. Being smaller than everyone else, I knew I had to set my standards higher and work harder than everyone else to keep up.
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.
The hard part was to find one that would give me a tryout. I ended up making a team called the Spanish town football club they weren’t the best but they taught me a lot about the game I spent a year there. My next task was to get on my prep school team who were ranked #7 in the whole nation at the time. I remember the night before open tryouts because all I was thinking about was me not making it. I was an only child