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.
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.
Basketball demands more endurance than football. This is true firstly because of repetitive breaks occurring in a football game while there is occasional breaks in basketball. In a football game, football players must take time out to make to plan a play before enacting the play. This gives the football players time to catch their breath. Basketball players run up and down the court during the game for long periods without breaks, until a free throw, timeout, or an end of a quarter.
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
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.
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.
I love the most my last basketball event ! I took part in that sporting event. It was in my school. All students and teachers were there. We were very excited and a bit nervous because our enemy was class 6/1 who was very good at basketball.
I wanted to play like him, live like him, and succeed like him. But, my love for this new game came in immediate conflict with my other love. My dad had played basketball for his entire young life and his whole high school career. I have heard countless stories of basketball from my dad, stories of triple doubles and overtime wins, and I wanted to have those experiences for myself. Naturally, his love for the game of basketball trickled down
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.
I felt proud of myself and kept doing what I do best, play basketball. It was 3 minutes left in the game and we were now down by five points. Our opponents had the ball and they missed their shot. So now it is ours and we are running down the court. I key of the court and the ball is being thrown towards me, I react quickly and grab the ball and score two points.
“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,
If there weren’t enough people who signed up, the bus wouldn’t go.” Today, many students attend the basketball games and sit in the student section called the Loud Crowd. Themed nights and worship afterwards attract students. Athletics at Illiana has always been a popular after school activity. “There was basketball, both girls and guys. There was baseball for the boys, and track and field for both girls and guys.” Mrs. Kramer said.
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.
I played five on five basketball with people who came to the park along with my twin brother and cousin. My knees continued to hurt even worse every time I played on the concrete courts. My dad eventually told me that it isn’t good for athletes with bad knees to play on concrete. I was determined to make it work. My brother, cousin and I decided to go to the community center to see when the courts were available to the citizens for open play.
Teams like the Lions out of Memphis are joining in and picking up players who simply play and love the game of basketball. The league started during the NBA lockout a few years ago with NBA fans waiting, this was their perfect time to go watch some great basketball with some talented young players the game they most certainly