It was only two days before the game. Everyone was nervous, yet fired up about the upcoming game. I was at school during practice, and all I can concentrate on is the game. I heard a lot of people were gonna be there. I was on fire at practice, I didn’t miss a single shot. It was Lanier, which was my middle school, verses stone
"I, Monstresor would one day become better than Fortunato." Or at least I would say. Me and Fortunato were friends since we both belonged to an important Italian family. We were rivals in everything and hated each other with a passion. Especially when it came to sports. We were very competitive. He was the favorited kid out of the two of us and he enjoyed making me look like a fool in front of everyone. Fortunado had everything i could ever dreamed of. Charming looks, athletic, elegant girls and, the approval of everyone. I was pretty much the wimpy kid that was an outsider but, things started to change between us when we were in highschool. It wasn 't until highschool that we actually became somewhat friends. We were both in the basketball
“Everyone on the line; 8 and 30!” Coach McMahon roared from the top of his lungs like a mountain lion.
It was my senior year, and I was about to play my last game of high school basketball. My adrenaline was rising as I was listening to some rap songs. I was ready to play, but I was upset that this would be my last high school game. I was hyped up and ready for warm ups. We came out of the locker room, and I was the first in line for lay-ups. I jumped as high as I could and I could have easily dunked it, but I did not want to give my team a technical foul for dunking. I felt like I could fly when I jumped in the air. After warm ups, they called our team’s starters. When they put that spotlight on me, I felt like a star. After shaking the refs hand, it was time for the tip-off. I was jumping, so I soared through the air and tipped it to my teammate. My teammate passed me the ball, and I shot a three pointer. I made
Although I was tall I was also nervous and new at playing basketball but I was prepared. That meant all the coaches would be watching my every move. I could feel the eyes follow my footsteps, and the comments being thrown at me. I didn’t want to look up because I knew we would make eye contact. The cold air blunder my chest. I was beginning to feel the pressure. My legs began to hurt. My body was trying to give up on me but my mind wasn’t. My body was tired but my mind was determined. There was a voice in the back of my head saying give up, but Sean Hampton’s words spoke louder “Victory is the child of preparation and determination.” Those words constantly repeated in my head. They made me push myself. I prepared and was determined to be
I remember it like it was yesterday. The adrenaline rush, the anticipation, the sky-high nerves, and the undying support from our small Community. Softball, just like football is a very prided sport in Danville. In 2008 it was my sophomore year of High School, which meant another year of softball. Another year of unforgettable memories with teammates. Little did we know, that year of memories would include winning our towns first State Championship title. For the first time in history, us girls would be taking home not only a trophy taller than our auditorium trophy case, but state rings as well
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. The crowd gets quiet as I shot. The ball goes in and the crowd yells and my team come running to me. That was a winning shot and we took first place. After the game my family and I go eat at Dave and Busters. We all celebrated for my victory. The next day they took me and my teamates Jaylen, Christian,
Thump. Thump. Thump. My heart hammered my ribcage as beads of sweat dripped, slowly, down my face. The grass beneath my feet burned to ashes I was moving so fast. My shadow spread far across the field. The only thing that was pushing forward was my allergic reaction to losing. Just me and the goalie. One chance. Now.
Have you ever had a failure to that ultimately turned into a success for you? My failure was when I had a basketball game in Conway, Arkansas. It was the championship game of the night that everybody wanted to see including myself because I was hype and ready to play. The tip-off had begun at seven o’clock at night. My team got the tip-off.
Wanting change. It doesn’t always have to be something that comes from within yourself. Sometimes the part of you that needs changing has to be started by someone else. Sometimes a person’s word needs to reach you for you to realize that the change you seek was already complete. I have seen all these aspects. I may have taken four years to realize it, but basketball was there to help me through my longing.
By the beginning of seventh grade an expectation was placed upon myself to make the basketball team. My older brother served as an inspiration for me to make the team since he had made the team in Middle School and was a top notch player. Even though I had played basketball with my brother five times a week for twelve years, by the time seventh grade came around I was not nearly as skilled and athletic as him. I also weighed a whopping 190
It was a crispy cold Saturday night and the stakes for the game were high. The score of the game was two for my team (JFV Westpfalz) and two for Westrich (my teams rival). It was about thirty-five minutes after halftime and both teams were beginning to get exhausted from the struggle of scoring. My team having the good offense and the rival team having a tremendously good defense couldn’t find a way to score on each other.
I was in my room on a cold, wet, happy day when I saw one of those cars as the humans call them pull into the driveway that i have never seen before. I immediately inspected who was in the car, it was a family of 3 young children and a mother and father. They looked really relieved that they were here and they were in that car for a very long time, and when they
My nerves were racing in my stomach to no end. I’m wondering if everything is ok? Will everything be as I planned? I couldn 't stop thinking what might happen. Thoughts were running wild as I thought about my team going on to play without me. I couldn 't figure out why I had to let the team handle the game without me. I had played with them all season and some for a few previous years and when they needed me the most, all I was able to do was watch from a TV. I hated the feeling of helplessness that I had, but at the same time I knew there was nothing I could do about it.