Personal Narrative: My Love Of Basketball

Throughout my years of participating in high school basketball, I have overcome many challenges. My freshmen year, basketball started in a way I never expected. Continuing on, I understood the real meaning of hard work, and what it takes. Lessons I learned in basketball will carry on throughout my life, helping me to become a successful adult.

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.

The buzzer going off, the crowd cheering, for the first time in school history, Trinty Clinton Township are state chapions.

My eyes intensively scanned the computer screen, looking for my name on the roster. I checked, then doubled checked, then triple checked… it wasn’t there. A wave of sadness and frustration overtook me, and I began to cry. I was cut from the team. There was no season for me, just another disappointment. After I had heard the news, my mom had to calm me down for 20 minutes, that’s how much this meant to me.

Everyone has different points of views on different subjects. This could range from a simple object to a complex idea; whatever the concept might be, everything will be viewed differently depending on the person viewing it. When it comes to sports, millions of people generate different views of a given sport. A good example is when the Golden State Warriors went head to head against the Cleveland Cavaliers in the 2015 NBA Finals. The following are two different views of the same basketball game.

Air ball— again. My form was lost, coordination gone, and so was my patience. I’ve stopped playing basketball for 3 months mainly because of school work and things going on in my life. I was determined to get my skills back no matter how long it’ll take. I started a game of basketball with other people inside the gyms court. 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 but, sadly it was an air ball. Unfortunately, I lost the basketball game for us; the people on the

The Golden State Warriors have broke the Chicago Bulls for the NBA record of most wins in a single season. The Warriors beat the Memphis Grizzlies 125 to 104 on Wednesday, April 13 in California and broke the record that was set in 1995-96 by the Bulls. The Warriors finished with a record of 73 wins and 9 losses this season and are now playing in the playoffs. Stephen Curry also hit his 400th three-pointer during his last regular season game breaking his old record from last season. Hopefully the Golden State Warriors will continue to play as well as they are so they can become back to back champions.

I had just got out of school one cold March day. I had been waiting my entire freshman year for volleyball tryouts to come into season. The basketball team was still having practice in the McGowan gym because they still had some season left in store for them. That afternoon when the bell rung at 2:45 p.m. I knew that I had to bring my all into what was happening next. On my walk up to Wilson I had my ear buds in and I was listening to music to help calm my nerves. I had gotten to the locker room, changed, and all I felt was lonely. I saw everyone talking and laughing with each other because they had knew each other from the previous season; I just kept to myself and didn’t really talk to anyone unless someone started a conversation with me

It was the big day. The last time our whole basketball team would play for the Gold Crown League. The last day our team would be an actual team. My whole basketball team had been working our hardest to improve 4 years to make it into the final championship round in Gold Crown basketball. This final year we were determined to do anything in our power to make it to the final championship round. For three years our team was able to make it to the semifinals, but always fail to advance to the final championship game. Before the semi-final game coach Jen had said, "go out there and show the other team that you won 't go down without a fight."

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. 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.

I believed that my basketball team would make it to the championship.We undefeated for two seasons in a row.The players wouldent of been able to win if it wasnt for our coaches.The stallions have been dominating all season.I used to spend all my saturday at the rec center playing in the game to help my team win.

It was the day of basketball tryouts for AYBA, and the tryouts were in the front gym at St.Amant middle school. Two weeks after basketball tryouts I had my first practice. I met my coaches their names were coach Daniel and coach Jake. I also met my teammates their names were Bailey, Braille, Drew, Taylor, Emma, Kristen, Anglesey, and Makayla.

With one minute left, my coach called a timeout. My team was down by one. Our shooting guard was tired. During the game, he ran slow, with sweat trickling down his face. “Rob, you 're in,” said my coach. With less than 1 minute left, my team passed the ball in. Time was ticking down as our point guard came down the court. Even though it was the month of December, the gym was hot, and there was beads of sweat coming down my face.

Four summers ago, my father bought me a freestanding basketball hoop. The pole was black and the backboard was plexiglass blue and white. After a few hours it was fully built and ready to be played on. So I went into the garage and grabbed a basketball, the basketball was red and had stripes of blue going through it. The first shot to ever be taken on the court was a Bankshot mid-range. When I hit that shot, the net sounded so crispy, like someone had just took the first bite of an apple. After that I knew I would spend most of my time playing on this court. That whole day I stayed out playing basketball working on my shot and dribbling. When I finally decided to go in the house, it was 10 or 11 in the evening.

It’s opening night, so there’s only three games and I usually don’t do picks on nights like these but I can’t help myself. I won’t post a full slate of player but I will give you a few guys I like.