Brick walls will appear in any point of one’s life to everyone. It might seem hard to open a hole and go through or jump over it, but there is always a way to do it. I’m not one of the good guys at basketball, but my passion for it never stopped me. My parents never supported me on this, but I always played and got into the team. I was in the bench for almost a year, just getting water for the other players.
I can remember the game so clearly, it was during the second quarter of the J.V. basketball game and I had just gotten the rebound and passed it out to Kelsie. Next thing I know a player from the opposing team came up right beside me and hit me in the side, I feel a big pop and hear a loud crack. I’m in excruciating pain, but I push through it and keep on playing because it 's my last quarter for the J.V. game and it 's almost halftime. I can make it until after the game tonight right, it won’t be that bad? , I remember thinking to myself as I can barely breathe because something 's wrong with my back, but I know this pain, my ribs are out of place
It seemed like every other Sunday in every other soccer tournament I had ever played. I play on the U-16 Shock Black team. We are a Division 1 competitive team. We were playing at Katy Park in Houston, and it was early evening and cold for February. I went through the motions with my team through warm up and kick off.
I remember it hurting, so very much. It stabbed at me hard; I couldn't comprehend it. If only I had been more careful, more attentive, I could've prevented all of it. One of the most devastating moments in my life happened to me was all because of a simple mistake. One little slip-up caused all of it, and it all lead to a catastrophe.
I had just gotten home from a long day at school and went upstairs to my bedroom. I remember being very tired, like usual, and being so glad to be finally home and able to relax. I was texting one of my friends about the NBA, we argued about the NBA very often. We were having our usual conversation, Lebron James vs. Kevin Durant. Of course Lebron is better, but I will not get into that.
Riley Timmons Mr.Forbes September 16, 2015 4th Hour Personal Narrative Broken Baseball Player The general definition of a teammate is a person who works with their team towards a common goal. Now what kind of teammate would I be if I stopped helping my baseball squad achieve their goal, just because I was injured? I tried to picture what the game would be like in my head; me sitting in the stands while my team lost the tournament. The fill-in pitcher for my team threw the batter an easy ball, resulting in another home run.
“Matt,y you will be starting forward now,” Mr. K. said right before I nervously stepped onto the field, sweating like a man in a sauna. The whole summer I practiced soccer with my dad for two hours a day to make the team my sixth grade year. I wasn’t looking to start, I was just looking to make the team. While my friends were at the beach or at friend’s house, I would be playing soccer.
I went up for a layup and got pushed hard in the back. When I came down, I felt my knee buckle and immediately knew something wasn’t right. The sound it made was alarming, proving to be a serious injury - a fractured femur. It was my junior year and I was looking forward to playing basketball and starting to train for the next football season.
I grew up playing basketball, two on two with my three older brothers. The only thing on each of our minds was winning, that encompassed fun, accomplishment, and approval. This was my first exposure to a team. I would continue on in my life playing basketball through elementary and middle school until finally playing varsity basketball in high school for four years. All around me was competitive spirit and high emotion since I was young.
Basketball is a game of chess. It is non stop running shouting and yelling, just like my championship tournament for my Hoover basketball team. I was tired before the tournament even started because I had already played a game earlier in the morning at 9:00 am at Chelsea Elementary School with my Berry team. After that game I went to play in a tournament for my Hoover team at 11:00am.