Since I was a little kid all I’ve done is play basketball. Every season for the past 10 years I’ve always been ready to play. When I was little I started out playing in rec leagues. I played in those all the way up to the 7th grade. When started middle school I wanted to try out for the team.
There is about 30 kids trying out and only 15 were going to make the team. I had a good feeling I was going to make the team because I had good enough skill and I had a very good basketball IQ. The tryouts lasted for two hours for two nights. The two hours were full of sprinting, full court scrimmages, and shooting drills. Overall I didn’t do as good as I would have liked to.
The time I almost got cut from the basketball team.the first day of tryouts I didn’t come because I didn’t have my physical at the time.but when I got it I was there and lots of people were and only fifteen could qualify. On the first day all we had to do was shoot and show our form. But we did do something a little fun you had to get a partner and perform some moves on him. So the coach said “go” me and my partner which was Robert.
During my high school year, I had joined the color guard team. Trying out for and being on the team had taught me a lot about myself and what I expect from myself. I had tried out for the team twice. The first time I tried out I felt nervous, and disappointed.
My senior year I decided to tryout for the soccer team. I thought I had a pretty good chance in making the soccer team since I’ve had some experience playing soccer, and I thought I was pretty good. Anyway, I ended up making the team, and their were some times I felt like quitting because we did ran so much, but luckly I had my friends who motivated
I was there to win a place, to compete with someone else for a squad number, to tussle with another for a spot. Thus, with too much pressure on my shoulders, I couldn't be me that day. Heck, I couldn't be me for the whole of tryouts. Looking at players that were much taller and stronger than me, I lost confidence in my ability and failed to express myself. So it wasn't surprising that, at the end of tryouts, my name wasn't on the team
I kept telling myself “I should have practiced more”. I didn’t feel confident at all, but when I actually played, things turned out in my favor for the most part. During the first day of tryouts, I already knew I was doing something right as the coach said, “Atta boy Jey!”. That day I shot a 58, which was already the best I had done the year before. The second day of tryouts was atrocious, weather wise.
I knew that my goal was to be one of the starting five, but how was I going to get there. I could work out, eat healthier, try harder in practice, and suck up to my coach. I’m kidding I didn’t suck up to my coach instead I proved myself to him that I should be starting on the court instead of the bench. So, what I did was run, lift, eat healthier, and eventually he started to notice me. I was getting faster and stronger than my teammates and opponents.
I had nothing to motivate me. Then in sixth grade when I tried out for the basketball team,and I barely made it. Mr Jones, my former teacher and basketball coach, told me that I needed to work on my skills. I wasn’t really interested in expanding my game because I had already achieved my goal of making the basketball team. Then I had an epiphany that if I keep this up I won’t be on the team in my seventh grade year.
Texas is known for its agricultural landscape but most of all by Friday night Football. In small town communities like Dimmitt being on the varsity team is a big deal.Being moved to Junior Varsity football after making the varsity team, put me in a position to contemplate my loyalty to the sport and to the coaches I felt betrayed me.
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
I was so nervous of course I didn’t want to do bad and I was only a sixth grader. But I played good and started for the rest of the season. This is one of the proudest moments in my life because I practice so hard everyday to make the team. Soccer is my favorite sport and wanted this so bad, and I learned that if I practice hard, good things will
I took my passion for the game and really honed in on my skills. I continued to bust my butt in practice, trying to make my teammates and myself better. Before I know it, the first game passes and I break the school record for most rebounds in a single game with seventeen. Even though I could not accomplish anything without my team, it felt amazing to excel in a sport that I love.
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.
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense