The breakfast before the game was was plain because as I ate I did not really tastes the food, I just put it in my mouth and chewed it. I was getting nervous for the games coming up that I didn’t say one word at all when we were eating. When we got to the fields, I was anxious to go out there and play. My dad started talking to the team about everything he taught us over the season and how proud he was of us. He told our team that he didn’t care if we won this or not, all that matters is if we have fun.
Last August I remembered how much I truly despised returning to school at summer’s end when I was a kid. I remembered how I would look at the calendar hanging on the wall and watch helplessly as the remaining days marched past, the knowledge that the good ones were persistently running out, until one fateful morning I would wake up and there would be a yellow school bus with my name on it coming up the road. No, I wasn’t returning to school, but it’s the closest feeling I could compare to how I felt August 6th, Jon Stewart’s final day as host of the Daily Show. When former Daily Show correspondent and current Nightly Show host Larry Whilmore announced to his audience that Jon was leaving the Daily Show, I nearly broke my remote changing channels,
It made us all nervous for a while until we seemed to get over it. There was not a season where we lost against them and today certainly would not be that day. Class finished and the clock read 3, our game started at 5:30. The air felt with tense emotion and quietness filled the room. We all gathered up, had a briefing moment, and then headed out to the court.
One night, Victor had drunk too much from an Indian party that he had went to and so when he came back home and tried to sleep he couldn’t. In the book, it said, “It was late early in the morning. He kept his eyes open until they grew accustomed to the dark, until he could see vague images of the bedroom...Fifteen minutes had passed and it ways closer to sunrise and he still hadn’t slept at all” (Alexie 85). This reminded me of the times in which I would have all nighters from playing video games. I remember how I would first start playing like at 10 at night and then just keep at it until I’d see from the window that it wasn’t night anymore and the sun was starting to rise.
After that game we lost by one point with about one minute left in the game so I was not to happy about that but at least we tried. When we got back to the hotel we sat around for a little bit and just played a bunch of games. Later that night at nine o’clock I headed off to the rink for a skills competition with me and one other kid from my team. I was doing the fastest skater competition and he was doing the shootout. I lost the speed competition and came in 4th out of 8 skaters.
Then when the ball was about to be released from the pitcher 's hand. The lighting sirens started to “Scream”. Our game was delayed for two hours. After waiting for what seemed a lifetime, it was dark, and had to switch fields because the one we were at had no field lights. It was already 9:30 at night, and everyone was exhausted from just sitting around.
The bad thing is, is that I was bad at doing my work in school but the team needed me so bad the couches would sit me out for a quarter and then put me in for the whole game. The sad thing is was I was cool with that so I wasn’t doing my work in school but everyone was still treating me like a star.so when I got to high school I was ready to play football and all I was thinking about was football. So I wasn’t doing no work wasn’t even listening to teachers I was just doing me getting at girls and just being the class clown then I found out I couldn’t play football no more in my 10th grade because my GPA was so bad and my grades was so bad then I tried to get for real tried to do my work tried to start listening but I just didn’t learn nothing because all I knew how to do was play football.so in my head I messed up my whole life because I put sports before education .
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.
After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible. I didn 't try enough because I already thought my grade was too far gone and that rolled over into the next semester. After the school year I was very disappointed in myself. I never have failed a class in my life but here I was applying for summer school. So I redirected my disappointment and decided to excel at summer school.
Last year we had a James Bond marathon and stayed up all day. The next day, we both woke up groggy to Dad screaming at us to get to school. That year he got some nasty comments for showing up in basketball shorts that everyone thought was unflattering. It was my fault for telling him he looks fine although he did. Gray isn’t the one who should be getting too much bullshit over his rather careless appearance.