We stayed aggressive the whole game bumping cutters making sure they got no easy buckets, and we ended up winning 52-15. We ended up playing in the championship game on Sunday. We played the Rising Stars. They were all just as talented as us so it all came down to whoever plays the hardest. We had a different starting lineup this game.
The sheer shriek of the whistle sounded over the silence of the gym. “Everyone on the line; 8 and 30!” Coach McMahon roared from the top of his lungs like a mountain lion. We sulked to the line for the cruelest of all punishments; this is only the beginning of my high school basketball career. Our first practice we did the usual most teams do on the first day; we learned plays, got conditioned, and gained chemistry with teammates. The first day down and many more to come for this ‘learning experience’ of a season.
ring my senior year of high school, I had a wrestling rival during my senior wrestling season by the name of Frankie Negrini. My rival was from a rival town called Pompton Lakes that my team would always have intense matches against. This kid had always beat me by maybe one point or even two points. The kid always was one step ahead of me every time we stepped on the wrestling mat. The many times I had loss to him it just made my confidence just go down the drain a lot of the time.
My coach told me to pass the ball to my teammates, even though I was scoring a ton of points. I apologized to my coach and to my teammates for being a ball hog. I promised all of them that I would be a better team player for the second half of the game. After our talk, my coach and team got my adrenaline going again by starting basketball chants. We were on our way out of the locker room for the second half, and as the lights shined down on me, the crowd chanted my name.
After his accident he had the maturity level and attention span of a toddler. He would get extremely upset over the simplest things. He would fall into fits of rage that would last for hours. Within the family, I had a unique way of tending to him that would help ease his fears and anxiety. I’ll never forget coming home from school to find Randy hunched over and frustrated, struggling to complete his make-up work, my exhausted mom at his side.
Also, it takes away from family time because they will always be playing their sport. Youth sports cause many injuries in children. “Over 448,000 football-related injuries to youths under 15 are treated in hospitals, doctors’ offices, clinics, ambulatory surgery centers and emergency rooms annually” (Inetwork, 2017). This number is way too high. Every year, more than 3.5 million children under the age 14 need treatment for sports injuries, with nearly half of all sports injuries for middle and high school students caused by overuse(Inetwork, 2017).
The next 14 hour were the most excruciating hours of my life,I had never been so terrified. I had to be strong for her and the family, I had to be their rock. As my mother laid in the hospital recovering, I filled in the empty slot of mother's role. I was a high school student during the day and in the evening I was the chef, the caretaker, and the nurse. On the weekend I worked as a cashier to help our financial woes.
When I found out that I had to libero for one of the biggest games of the season, I was dripping with drops of nerves. I never had a lot of experience playing on varsity and especially not the libero, because on B-squad I was the setter, which is two way different positions. I had two practices before it was game time, in both those practices I was shaking with fear that I would mess up and lose this opportunity. All the upperclassmen counted on me to do a good job, I was weighed down by all the pressure of everyone. I was expected to do just as good as the senior libero did in the past, I
Practice was miserable, I grabbed my water bottle and phone and sprinted out of the gym as fast as my tired legs could move. I cried to my mom the whole drive home, begging her to take me off of the team. She told me to not get frustrated, she said if I hated it after a month she would take me out. I solemnly agreed and pushed myself into another month’s worth of what I thought was going to be hell. I went in with a negative attitude, but I remember walking out of that gym after every practice having accomplished something new.
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.