The time I almost got cut from the basketball team.the first day of tryouts I didn’t come because I didn’t have my physical at the time.but when I got it I was there and lots of people were and only fifteen could qualify. On the first day all we had to do was shoot and show our form. But we did do something a little fun you had to get a partner and perform some moves on him. So the coach said “go” me and my partner which was Robert. Raced down the basketball court. As soon as we reached the basketball goal. I did a really quick move called the hop step. With a reverse layup at the end.After that I looked at the coaches and they looked down at their papers and called me over. One of the coaches asked how good am i with my left hand. I answered
Since I was a little kid all I’ve done is play basketball. Every season for the past 10 years I’ve always been ready to play. When I was little I started out playing in rec leagues. I played in those all the way up to the 7th grade. When started middle school I wanted to try out for the team. Usually in rec you just signed up and paid and you got to play, but now I actually had to be good enough to try out and make the team. I tried out and did my best. I got cut. I was super upset I didn’t make the team. I played rec again that year and kept practicing until next year's tryouts. Then when 8th grade year started I tried out again. I got cut. Again. So again I played rec basketball.
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.
I remember it like it was yesterday freshman year basketball tryouts I was really excited as soon as that final bell rang I ran straight to the gym to get ready tryouts were the whole week but I felt like I needed to get off to a good start. I got in the gym put my shoes on stretched and started to get warmed up. The coach walked in the gym I got really nervous he didn 't know me I didn 't know him so I went up shook his hand and told him my name and the grade I was in. Tryouts finally started we started doing drills I was trying so hard not to mess up but I ended up messing up a couple times but I said hey no one 's perfect. The first day of tryouts was almost over the coaches got all of us together and put us in to scrimmage teams. At first I was really nervous I didn 't want to mess up but we started to play and a started to do what I did best which is play my game after we played a was pretty convenient in my performance but we still had the whole
My Story Hearing my future coach blowing his whistle and yelling for us to bring it in for our first varsity practice, I could feel my heart begin to race. Going to a school and joining the varsity team as a freshman with 7 D1 athletes on it and one of the best coaches in the country, one could say I was a tad bit nervous. Looking around in the huddle of teammates and coaches, I knew I had picked the right high school because the group of people surrounding me was going to make me a better basketball player. Having both perspectives of my coach giving me critical feedback of my play and my teammates encouraging me to never give up and keep working hard, I learned that it would be challenging, but if I kept my heart to it, I could reach some
The thing about sports is that it never affected my life in the past. Now, this past I’m talking about is before moving into my new home in Edgemont back in grade four. Growing up in my household with three sisters, my parents never put pressure on me to do sports. I grew up revolved around video games and just staying at home. I knew how to kick a ball around, and participated in elementary school gym but nothing more than that. Until we moved houses to Edgemont where I had met my neighbor named Jordan. He greeted me on the first day I moved in my house, and that’s where our friendship ignited. A few weeks went by with just casual hellos and small chat until his mother had invited to an exhibition soccer game near a field by our houses. I was there to make new friends in the community, and to meet a few new
Everything is Earned 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.
Basketball 4th period 3 seconds on the clock, the games tied 24:24. I come dribbling down halfcourt trying to shoot and I get fouled by the other oponent. The buzzer is on and l only have two shots for the foul. I struggle as I try to shoot missing the first shot, the second shot comes as I breathe heavily and I release the ball and hits the backboard.
Michael Jordan stole the ball from Karl Malone. Nineteen seconds left in the fourth quarter. Jordan with the ball. Seventeen seconds left. Jordan drives. Fifteen seconds left. Cross-over. Twelve seconds left. Shoots. BANG! Chicago Bulls with the lead with only nine seconds left. This iconic and legendary shot made by Michael Jordan won the game and gave Chicago Bulls their sixth championship. Looking back at all the great moments in the nineties made me wish I grew up in that era of basketball. I constantly engage in debates with my friends about if today’s NBA is truly better than nineties NBA. The NBA was superior and more engaging in the nineties in comparison to today’s NBA as the league back then had better players, less fouls, and more
I can remember the game so clearly, it was during the second quarter of the J.V. basketball game and I had just gotten the rebound and passed it out to Kelsie. Next thing I know a player from the opposing team came up right beside me and hit me in the side, I feel a big pop and hear a loud crack. I’m in excruciating pain, but I push through it and keep on playing because it 's my last quarter for the J.V. game and it 's almost halftime. I can make it until after the game tonight right, it won’t be that bad?, I remember thinking to myself as I can barely breathe because something 's wrong with my back, but I know this pain, my ribs are out of place and I won 't get any relief until we go to the chiropractor. Who knows when I’ll go to the
We took a five-minute water break to try and regather our thoughts and to try and come back from this awful game against a group of social rejects. My hand had stopped bleeding by now and I was able to sign autographs for all the fans that had come out to see me play, but my hand was not well enough for me to start playing just yet.
The sheer shriek of the whistle sounded over the silence of the gym. “Everyone on the line; 8 and 30!” Coach McMahon roared from the top of his lungs like a mountain lion. We sulked to the line for the cruelest of all punishments; this is only the beginning of my high school basketball career.
I remember it was Sunday, October 2nd. My Aunty took me and my dad to my first football game. This game was the San Francisco 49ers and the Dallas Cowboys. The game was in Santa Clara at Levi’s stadium.This story starts from the day before the game.