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
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.
No big games, I was still struggling to get minutes, and at points I thought about quitting. Then high school came around. For the first time i began to get recognized. I made the JV team my freshman year and got a couple minutes. So, when sophomore year came around I was prepared for a season of a lot of minutes and a lot of basketball.
It was then my body felt a relief. The score was now 55-35 and 8 more minutes to play. The quarter started and there I was in the game feeling ready to dominate. I rebounded like no other this quarter and my coach and was happily yelling from the sideline. I felt proud of myself and kept doing what I do best, play basketball.
We were very excited and a bit nervous because our enemy was class 6/1 who was very good at basketball. Although, everybody shouted "go on, class 6/8". So, I wanted everyone play fairplay. In the last, we were quite sad because we lost 1-2, buy I was happy because everyone played
Kobe was passing first grade he had been doing real good in school and also been doing on the court, his parents were so proud of him because of how hard he had worked hard during the whole time he was stressing and did not let any of the stuff that was going on between them stop him. On the day of his first game he already knew that he was going to get the win because he and all of his teammates were ready to get busy on the court. Kobe had got a pep talk from his father about the pointers about basketball his dad was ready and believed in him and told him to keep playing and to never give and give it all he got. The coach thought that his dad was good at giving Kobe advice so Kobe 's coach asked the father if he wanted to join the coaching staff because he said that he would love to have him apart of
Ever since I was a child I have loved a good challenge; I craved everything from riddles to difficult math problems. Sports, however, were the clear exception. I never could seem to do well. In third grade I had started my basketball career by scoring on my own team's basket, by seventh grade I had progressed to avoiding the ball at all costs. When I got to high school I thought I would finally be done with
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. 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. Naturally, his love for the game of basketball trickled down
It was my first day of tryouts I was in seventh grade. I have played basketball before the but that day my passion for the game actually came out that day. I was so nervous my heart was beating out of my chest and I was shaking like a leaf on a tree about to fall off. We ran most of the try out I was so exhausted sweat was dripping of my face and I was gasping for air every time I stopped for just a moment. My body was telling me to give up and quit but my heart was telling me give it all that I had left.
I watched the orange and black lined ball fly through the air. It went through the net. In an instant I had won the game for us. We were all gassed and didn't even want to play the next game. The game before had taken all our energy and our will to play.