Ever since the age of five I have had a burning passion for the game of basketball. From observing my uncles and cousins playing daily pick-up basketball at the local Jersey Village Park, it instilled in me a competitive vigor to push beyond all extremes, no matter the difficulty. Although I have always loved the game of basketball, the game has not always loved me back, and at times has been unforgiving.
I was doing good during the layup and dribbling drills but not so much on the shooting drills. My shots just wouldn’t go in the basket. During the full court scrimmages I played very good defense but I still couldn’t make my shots. When we had to run sprints I was always the first one done.
What If your parents didn’t come pick you up from basketball practice? What if you were unknowingly being watched by something. What if that something came out to get you and your friends? This is a story of a girl that didn’t quite know what was going on till her friends admits to it.
I Felt the sticky grip of the ball in my hand thinking of it as if I was holding the entire game. I ignored the fans screaming my name and cheering me on. My feet pounded the floor one by one as the ball bounced up and down on the court, with only five seconds I found my lane and took it. Their was the clock taunting me, four,
This was a huge step for me considering I did not even start JV a year ago. Although my dream came true by playing varsity with the upperclassmen, I did not want to stop there. I continued to listen to coach’s tips and work on my ball handling skills during practice. While my sophomore year consisted of more of a learning experience from playing JV, to adjusting and playing at the varsity level, I grew as a player and a person; I remained proud of what I accomplished. Time passed and before I realized it, my junior season arrived.
Basketball 4th period 3 seconds on the clock, the games tied 24:24. I come dribbling down halfcourt trying to shoot and I get fouled by the other oponent. The buzzer is on and l only have two shots for the foul. I struggle as I try to shoot missing the first shot, the second shot comes as I breathe heavily and I release the ball and hits the backboard.
A goal of mine, as well as others, has always been to be utmost person that I could possibly be. I realized though, I was doing the complete opposite of that. I was born with the rare disease called Charcot-Marie-Tooth Disease (CMT), a disease that affects the nerves of my hands and legs. I used my disability as an excuse to hold myself from opportunities granted to me because of the shame I felt. As I started high school I realized that it was up to me to reach my full potential.
The chilling breeze brushed up against my skin, thankfully drying up some of the sweat that was finding its way into my eyes. My hand still trembling with nervousness, and my stomach churning with nausea. I was approaching the basket and the crowd starts to rise like a Tsunami. As I got really close to the basket I got into my layup position. Taking two swift steps and then just simply serving the ball on to the backboard.
So every time I got the ball two players came to me. So I always had to pass quickly, but luckily I knew how to get open. I would just do one-two play, or do some feints that I’m going somewhere and they would fall for it. Alright so I was dribbling the ball
I cannot recall a day in my life when I have not heard the sound of a bouncing ball; as I grew up eating and breathing basketball, or ever since, I started rolling my dad’s tube sock and shooting an imaginary shot against the wall. My heart fell in love with the winning, the competition, and the adrenaline of the basketball game. “It was reminiscing when I was a youngster; I was strolling around the Smith Park with a basketball in my hand and wearing a gold/purple Kobe Bryant’s jersey until I espied a compelling teenager playing basketball with tight handles, and great athleticism on the opposite side of the court. Whereupon, I pondered about my future and his inspiration for me that I will be a professional basketball player in the NBA and
Although I was tall I was also nervous and new at playing basketball but I was prepared. That meant all the coaches would be watching my every move. I could feel the eyes follow my footsteps, and the comments being thrown at me. I didn’t want to look up because I knew we would make eye contact. The cold air blunder my chest.
I took a few in-place dribbles to shake up my trembling fingers. Stillness overtoook the gym as I put up my shot. The basketball denied me, and rolled out of basket. I had a down feeling as I tried to make the next one. It didn’t even matter anymore as the ball missed its target and went to the other team.
So for the last week I’ve been researching things about basketball. I’ve found some very interesting things. The first thing i found was an definition. It says “ a game played on a court by two teams who try to throw an inflated ball through a raised goal.” I found this definition on page 51 in the webster’s all-in-one dictionary & thesaurus. I’ve also found websites about basketball. This website called “htto://nbahoops.com/article/history1.html” where it tells me when the first basketball game was played. And the first basketball game was played 1891 in springfield. Where Saint Catharine College is shut down now.
Shawn walked cautiously down the hall and opened the door after hearing a loud bang, boom, boom, boom! And realized what had made the loud crashing noise. He saw a car speed off as his mom laid on the concrete, covered with blood. Immediately, Shawn bust out in tears and hugs his mom, as she breathes slowly and is close to death. “Son i love you,” all of the sudden she lets go of his hand. As he looks down with blood dripping all over, he goes back inside the house as policemen is running up to the doorstep.They informed him they were transporting his mom to the hospital where she eventually died. Shawn was heartbroken but cherished the memories he and his mom had together.