I wore my favorite Rajon Rondo shirt, my velcro shoes, and an unwavering smile. That was the night I realized basketball was my passion. But, many season have come and gone and my years of playing draw fewer and fewer. Looking back, I think of all the things I could’ve done differently to just earn a few more years to play. If I just practiced harder that day or played better that tryout or that game.
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.
The girls have been playing with me and rebounding for me since they were old enough to walk and throw a basketball back at me and let's just say that the youngest one Anna isn't very good even though she thinks she the best in the world. The girls and I also have lots of memories together. One thing I remember is when Leah and Anna play with me this one time we were playing 2 on 1 and Anna went in to get a drink and Leah said she could take me and I was dribbling the basketball and suddenly she lunged at the ball and I moved it the slightest to the right and she fell over and by that time I ran on the hard, wet concrete , jumped off the hard, slippery ground, and then soared to the bright hoop like an airplane. I feel the wind rushing beside me, I feel the Leah hitting my leg, I feel the force of the jump from the hoop rattling after I dunked, it was almost liked I jumped like a olympic high jumper. I thought I was flying because I could feel the wind rushing through my hair and I thought how far did I
Rudy decided to quit and that is when the custodian stopped Rudy and gave him a pep talk about not walking away from your dreams. Rudy had spent so much time working hard so that he could just get into the school. When you have worked so hard and got so close to achieving your dream, it is really hard to watch your last opportunity fade away. But the custodian knew that giving up was never the right answer. About two years ago I was a recreational dancer and all I wanted was to go onto the competitive team.
Usually in the summertime or whenever it stays warm and not too dark, I head over to the parks and watch some playground basketball games. I see all types of ballers, young, old, half court and full court players and oh yeah, I see basketball trainers working out players that are trying to improve their game for the upcoming season. This past summer it was kinda dead and it wasn't even that hot. I have heard the phrase " Ball is Life" but that isn't the case. Ball is definitely not life especially this past summer.
The dynamics of a game of basketball very well correspond with the adversities I faced, hurdles I overcame and achievements I made in life. On my first experience as a professional player, with the entire stadium packed with players, coaches and basketball lovers I became extremely nervous and missed a couple of shots. The shots I missed cost my team dear and made me so apprehensive that I could not even attempt another basket. However nebulous it might seem but it was this and many such experiences that played a vital role in making me the individual that I am. Playing basketball for more than a decade, I have come to realise that sports offer a great metaphor for life.
That was just an underestimate of where I was able to shoot out. My teammate hands me the ball and I have 30 seconds left to shoot. I stall for about 10 seconds then I stop and shoot. As the ball is released from my hand I hear nothing but silence. We are all staring at the ball nervous of how this will turn out.
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
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.
For many kids their goal is to make it to the professional level of play, but the real goal for youth athletes should be to achieve lifelong physical activity and healthy competition. Most of these overuse and burnout injuries would not be happening if all of the coaches gave the proper training, playing time, and proper resting time. I have experienced overuse myself, from throwing repetitively in baseball. I did not go to the doctor or have anything diagnosed, but I could still tell something was wrong with my arm. I limited my throwing as much as possible, made sure I was throwing with the correct form, and iced it.
Being a NCAA Division II athlete during my time at American International College was blessing in disguise for me. Many people do not look at Division II college athletes in the same light as Division I athletes. Interestingly enough, unlike Division III college athletes, DII are held to the same standards and rules as Division I. We have to maintain a certain GPA, we cannot work more than 10 hours a week, we are drug tested on a monthly basis, and we endure two-a-days on a daily basis. Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed.
I was going to all the practices, giving it my all and once again I did not play in the game. I was dishearten and I began to question myself. If I was not playing because I’m not experienced like the rest or If it was because I’m much shorter than everyone else. I was self doubting myself If I was even good enough to be on the team.I was not going to quit and the next game came faster than I expected. Thursday night and for the third time in a row I was not mentioned in the starting line up.
It haunted me to the point I didn 't hear my dads usual commentary on my game. I kept thinking about it until I came to the conclusion that if I couldn 't play as fast as I used to I would have to make up for it in some way. The next day at practice I watched some of the defenders that were typically slower than most of our offenders to see how they overcame their lack of speed. I saw that a lot of them played tighter on their respective opponents and didn 't allow them a chance to turn at all so a foot race couldn 't be started. I tried that tactic but couldn 't quite get it.
Of course, my team decided we were not going to take the game too serious since we won before and karma caught up with us really fast. Somehow, two quarters in and we were losing terribly but I had to let my team with a horrible fall to my head. In the beginning, I was unaware of injury to my head so I kept on playing till I felt dizzy and knew something was wrong. Even after my terrible fall, I wanted
With the time I had to take off from softball, many people thought I would fall behind and not be as good as everyone else. However, it took hard work and dedication to be as good, even better than my other teammates. I had to work twice as hard because I couldn’t play in games. I hit, pitched, and slightly worked on fielding in my basement. However, I couldn’t play because of how direct the contact was.