Personal Narrative: High School Basketball

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.

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

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 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.

Last year I played basketball for the Bath team and Red Cedar team. In my last game I had 24 points, over 10 rebounds, and 5 blocks. After the game the opposing coach came up to me and asked if I wanted to join an AAU team and at the time I didn’t know what that was. He gave me his number and I learned that AAU was a league for really good basketball players.

I had to get my mind right that whole weekend because I knew it was going to be a big game for me. I just have to go out there and “Ball out.” People doubted me and said I couldn 't guard number 3 so I watch pros and trained myself because I knew he was a good receiver. When people doubt me I get mad and try my best to prove them wrong.

“Why can’t we get into our freaking offense!?” This is all I really remember from Coach McKendrick at halftime last year against Niles North in what was a tough night for our basketball team. Prior to this, we beat New Trier at home and then went on the road and beat the pre-season unanimous vote to win conference, Highland Park, in our first conference game. Before the New Trier game, our game plan was simple: we were smaller, but faster, so we were going to run the court and make this is a fast pace game. We executed our gameplan, and we won.

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

“It is only a game” is a common saying I have heard several times in my life. However, it does not explain the crazy actions and immense passion I experience on the PIT floor for basketball games. These feelings reached a pinnacle point during my freshman year basketball game against our arch-rivals, the Bettendorf Bulldogs. “If we can keep Bear from posting up and scoring, we should be win the game,” my friend Bryce analyzed. I responded, “We will need to shoot the three ball to have a chance, Bettendorf is a really good team”.