Running down the court, people cheering your name, that's basketball. In this essay I will be discussing how I started as a dancer, and then suddenly found a new love for basketball. The first paragraph will begin to talk about how I began to talk about how I started to doubt myself when I first started playing. In the second and third paragraphs I will speak about my evolution as a basketball player. I was first dancing at the Pella Dance Studio, I was three. I enjoyed the styles ballet, and hip hop.When I was a second grader when began to play in a league in Pella. Our t-shirts were a light blue, and our team name was the Pella Lightning. I was not the best player in the beginning, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly. All I can remember was that there was this one girl on my team who always hogged the ball, so that did not really help the cause. My dad was also one of those parents who screamed at their child while they were on the court. As I played more often, I became to be a pretty decent player. Meanwhile my family moved to North Liberty, and I got very nervous about starting basketball. As I got back into playing again, I started at the North Liberty rec league. It was at my last game when some guy came to watch me play, I didn’t even know he was coming! He wanted me to play for his team, but I was not sure if I was ready. I …show more content…
When I started seventh grade I had the chance to play on a different club team, Thunder. In seventh grade I began school basketball, I was very uneasy. Tryouts were not my favorite thing. It turns out I was actually really good, I made it on the A team, and we had a great season. During the summer of eighth grade I went to a basketball camp at Wartburg College, Snow Valley. It was considered to be the most intense camp in the United States. I doubted myself, because I did not know if I could handle it. It turned out to be a great experience, and I really enhanced as a
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This would go on for hours and hours until finally Brent pranced inside to do his homework. A look of exhaustion spread over his face. He whined to his father, “why can’t school be as easy as shooting a jumpshot”. Brent’s father replied, “because when you put enough effort into anything, it becomes a lot easier Brent.” Brent used this as motivation into his basketball career.
One summer, there was a kid named Dean Gullberry and Dean liked to play the game of basketball. Dean would always go out to the river court and do what he does best. Dean had three best friends that he had always spent time with 24/7 playing basketball and just hanging out. His friends Ben Dover who lived across the street from Dean, Dixie Normous who Dean met at the river court but didn’t go to his school, and Jack Koffing who Dean met playing travel ball back at Compton. Dean Gullberry had always wanted to play in his city’s basketball league but people kept on saying that he wasn’t good enough, strong enough or big enough to be in the league.
In Charlotte Tennessee, November 24, 1938, Bailey (father) and Mazell (mother) Robertson were about to become new parents, to a boy, named Oscar. For “The Big O”, all he knew when it came to basketball is utter domination. He had started playing when he was six, dominated then, played in middle school, dominated then. Then everything changed when he got to high school and moved. Oscar had moved to Indianapolis his freshman year of high school.
In the novel boy21 by Matthew Quick, there was a character named Finley and one named Russ or Boy21, who both loved to play basketball, they also had a Coach who is sometimes helpful and sometimes really hard on them. To begin one reason Coach was helpful is, he supported Finley throughout his school career. Coach would push him and continued telling him to keep up the good work and during basketball practice, he would tell him to keep shooting no matter how many times he missed the shot. “Keep shooting, Coach says get all your misses out today” (Quick 128).
“Are you really serious about basketball?” said my Dad “Yes Dad, I’m sure” I said “Then let’s call the coach” said Dad Then we called the coach and started going to practice. I made some friends and I had people on my team that I 've played against so it was kind of awkward at first but then we all became friends and a great team. The team consisted of me, Ali, Cole, Javion, Marquise,
Diagnostic Essay After reading the article “You Can Grow Your Brain”, it made me feel more confident in myself and encouraged me to take on new tasks in the near future. By reading this article I have learned that the more you practice or exercise at something, the better you will be at whatever it is you chose. There was a time in elementary, where I discovered how much I loved sports, however, I wasn 't very athletic. I loved watching the game of basketball, it interested me so much and was very entertaining. When recess or free time came around each school day, after lunch, some guys including my older brother would shoot baskets and play games with teams.
I was desperate to get my mom off my back; I wanted her to know that playing ball will be my ticket to college, so I was determined to make this work. I had transformed myself into a pass fight point guard, as he traditionally play wing just so he wouldn’t leave my side. We were inseparable, until it came time to decide what to do after high
My whole career first started from a sport called basketball. I was in 7th grade and we were aloud to do sports so i decided to be like my sister Yvonne and tryout for the team. When i tried out for the team i found out I didn’t make the team and i was kind of bummed, but when my Dad found out he told the coach that “ either Wilma and Yvonne join the team together or neither of them will’ and then we both were on the team. Basketball season went great if we were winning by a lot the coach would put me in only for a minute though.
As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh
Then I could at last dribble constantly and smoothly in place or even while running. This accomplishment was my first step up into my intense pursuit to become a first-rate basketball player (or so I thought). Then I tried to shoot the into the hoop, but like dribbling I had failed, I couldn't even hit the basketball hoop. Though I continuously kept on trying to get better. It’s like they say practice makes perfect.
On a hot, sunny day of June I went to the park and played in a 5 on 5 basketball tournament with a few friends I have been playing basketball with since the 3rd grade. We didn’t have many people with height our tallest guy was just about 6’2 but that didn’t stop us from setting a goal to win this tournament and show no weakness to the other teams. We had the talent, the heart, and the discipline to push ourselves and to try and win this tournament. We started warming up on half of the court while our first competitors in the orange jerseys warmed up on the other half, the official finally blew the whistle and told us to get our starting 5 ready and on the court.
I got in the last few minutes of the game. We were winning by around twenty points so there was no way we were going to lose. When I got the ball for the first time, I was in the three point line, and I decided to shoot. When the balls left my hand, the defender from the other team knocked me on to the floor. When I stood up, everyone was screaming.
I walk into Neil Armstrong Middle School 's gym, nervous as can be, not ready for tryouts. We started doing layup drills, I missed so many compared to the other girls. After a while we started scrimmaging which I must have done good because I made the B team. Days after I found out what team I was on we had our first practice. Our first practice was mostly getting to know each other.
I was in the locker room surrounded by girls that I did not know. They all seemed to know each other. I began to feel like a fish out of water. When I found my friend, she led me out to the pool area where we waited for the rest of the team to trickle in. They were all chatting amongst themselves before the coach began practice.