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.
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.
So Steph called Kevin Durant a teammate of Steph’s and said, “Will you come over to check this out and stay the night I’m so scared”. Next, Kevin came over and the ball stayed their waiting he waited till two weeks passed then it happened again. The ball came out when Steph was home unaccompanied it came out Steph thought as fast as he could he swiftly ran to the kitchen gripped a knife. Luckily the silver wear door was right as you walked in the kitchen. So he tried to pop the ball with it but the ball tripped him up.
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.
If I didn’t have my teammates with me to encourage me on the court, I do not think I would have kept my goals of wanting to play D1 basketball. There were times that I was challenged so much during practice by his strong words that I just wanted to scream at him. In my 4 years, there was not one time that I did though because of my teammates. They knew how to calm me down and keep a positive attitude when things were hard during practices. One specific player that kept me sane was Napheesa Collier.
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
I got them tied on pretty tight. So I could like do some cool MJ dunks. I got outside and my brother wanted to play with me so I let him, but first we were gonna have to pick the basketball hoop up, because last night there was a bad storm and the wind blew my basketball hoop over and I was kind of mad at first but then I didn’t care because I wanted to play basketball. So my brother and I went to go to pick it up and I was the taller one and the older one so I was picking it up and my brother had the bottom and I was working my way up the pole and pushing it up and I couldn’t lift it up anymore because I wasn 't tall enough so I was going to drop it. I yelled at my little brother to get out of the way and he ran and got out of the way so I kind of threw it up as hard as I can I quickly drop to my knees.
I looked down and saw mine. I was happy that I made the team but scared because I only tried out for fun. I didn't know anything about softball at the time. Our coach was standing outside the door and told the people who made it to come into his classroom. He handed us a few papers that told us when and what time we would practice.
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.
I try to live life with purpose and challenge myself to do so, even at the cost of becoming nothing at all in the end. Another example of this is in my own life in my freshman year of highschool. I didn’t know how to play basketball, or even dribble, yet I still tried out for the girls basketball team. I knew I wanted to compete, and to challenge myself, no matter what the cost. With ups and downs I made the basketball team and achieved my goal.
Durant joined a team that nobody with any self-esteem would use in the video game NBA 2K, while Wade parted with Pat Riley and the only professional team he has ever played for to return to his hometown of Chicago. As stated, it’s difficult to say which move was more shocking, but Wade relocating to the Windy City seems to be the answer. Most people may disagree, but Durant’s move is understandable. After playing for a team that consistently made the playoffs but hasn’t been back to the NBA Finals since an appearance in 2012, Durant made the best business, and basketball, decision for himself. He’s a perennial All-Star that deserves to be on a team that has a better chance of winning a ring — At the end of the day, that’s what it‘s all about.
We will talk about that another time. This is about a player who loved the game so much, and he wouldn’t let anyone get in his way, no matter how many times he would get turned down by someone, he would always get back up on his feet. Born and raised in Oakland, Don Barksdale attended Berkeley High. The basketball coach cut him from the team for three straight years because he only wanted one black player on his team. You are probably wondering how he got a scholarship in basketball.
Last year I played basketball for the Bath team and Red Cedar team. In my last game I had 24 points, over 10 rebounds, and 5 blocks. After the game the opposing coach came up to me and asked if I wanted to join an AAU team and at the time I didn’t know what that was. He gave me his number and I learned that AAU was a league for really good basketball players. “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.
He didn’t have his father in his life that much after serving in the military and being sentenced for some time due to gang activity relations . He grew up loving the sport of basketball and school .As a teen he got caught up in a robbery .He was stabbed six times and suffered a four day coma . He tried his best by escaping all the drama by getting a job . His first job was at LIds .He stated that minimum wage wasn’t cutting so he soon left the job . He then later found himself doing
“It is only a game” is a common saying I have heard several times in my life. However, it does not explain the crazy actions and immense passion I experience on the PIT floor for basketball games. These feelings reached a pinnacle point during my freshman year basketball game against our arch-rivals, the Bettendorf Bulldogs. “If we can keep Bear from posting up and scoring, we should be win the game,” my friend Bryce analyzed. I responded, “We will need to shoot the three ball to have a chance, Bettendorf is a really good team”.