In the spring of my freshman year, I was faced with something I had never faced before. I either had to choose my friends and spring break or basketball. I loved basketball, but at the same time, I realized that freshman year was the year to make a lot of friends. All I had heard in the past month was my friends talking about Spring Break. I knew that basketball would take place every single weekend until August 1st. To this day I remember telling my parents that I was questioning playing summer basketball due to having more free time. Throughout the three week break in between Rockhurst basketball and Mokan tryouts, my morale was tested. I understood that basketball could teach me lessons I needed later in life, and that hanging out with friends …show more content…
I distinctly remember a conversation I had with him. He said, “Ross, now that I am in high school, I understand why my parents put me through sports. In high school, it’s either your friends or sports. I regretfully chose my friends over basketball. Stay with basketball.” I never really knew what exactly he was talking about until I had to make my decision.
I was now a freshman. Basketball season had ended. My parents assumed that I wanted to play basketball that whole summer, but they were wrong to assume. I searched the web for mokan basketball tryouts. The document popped up and read, “High School Tryouts will be held on March 15th, 16th, 22nd, and 23rd. Times and locations are below.” I immediately went to the Rockhurst calendar and saw that Spring break was in between those two weekends. I had been waiting all year for Spring break, and just like that my dreams were crushed. There was no way around the tryouts. I vividly remember having this conversation with my parents. “Mom and Dad, I’m not one hundred percent sure if I want to continue to play basketball with MoKan. I play sports the whole year and rarely have time time off.” I
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. This was my first year ever being cut from the basketball team, and I had no idea what the feeling was like. I didn’t like it. I felt as if the rest of my life was over and there was nothing left for me to do.
For many years, people have been debating about whether sports teams for kids should have selective tryouts. Although some parents claim that their child has felt so defeated by an unsuccessful tryout that they don’t want to continue with the sport, this is not always what happens. I believe that exclusive tryouts should be held for children because they are extremely good for their mental health in three ways: tryouts teach kids humility, in that they aren’t always going to be selected, they help kids learn to work harder, and they boost kids’ confidence. The first reason why tryouts should be held is because they teach kids how to be humble, and that they are not always going to do everything as well as they want.
Why did you pick the one sport that takes 4 hours to play and makes you wake up to play super early”. It was a rough summer, full of frustration, because I had no idea why I was trying so hard, knowing there was no way on earth I was even going to make the JV team. Beside my thoughts, I kept going and trying my hardest all the way until the day of
I had the privilege of being on many teams that went on and won my first tournaments, and seasons, and even got my first ring from winning a state championship. Having this kind of experience, I met my future middle school coach, Woody Bolus, while practicing at the fields a few weeks before I would start middle school. I remember like it was yesterday, he told me I was looking good and to come out to tryouts in the spring strong. That one sentence alone drove me to go out and practice every single day until I made the team. The day of tryouts came rapidly, and although determined and ready as I could ever be, I was anxious.
but was it worth it? Five days out of the week was such an easy commitment. My mom told me do not go, I was wasting my time. But I did not want to be a basketball player. I didn’t fit in.
I had a different type of connection with my basketball coach and teammates, and I loved the sense of camaraderie we had on the court. I also had several opportunities to play at the college level if I focused on basketball. Choosing between these two sports was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make. Ultimately, I decided to pursue basketball. While I loved both sports equally, basketball had a special place in my heart.
The try-outs were in the spring so I wanted school to hurry fastly. I wasn’t the only one trying out. Kat Wille also did. If it wasn’t for Kat and I to convince Aubrey McEnroe and Grace Menke to try out, they wouldn’t be dancing. We were all so excited to try out and we all four made the team.
Every year individuals from all across the United States makes the decision on whether or not they will try out for an interscholastic athletic team. These individuals hope to be part of something special, whether it’s achieving individual goals or team goals. They also understand they will need to sacrifice time, energy, and their social life in order to achieve these goals. When tryouts begin these individuals hope their skills and abilities will get them recognized by not only the coaches, but the returning players as well. A problem arises though once try outs are over and the team is announced.
Cold, sweaty, anxious and alone, all words that described me as I waited nervously for my ride outside of Dr. Henry A. Wise Jr., High School’s gymnasium. It was a night in mid-November of 2012. Tryouts had lasted longer than expected so my father took his time coming to pick me up. I don’t know why but I was half-expecting to make JV despite Wise being one of the highest rated high school basketball teams in Prince George’s county and me being mediocre in the sport.
I saw the size of the mountain before climbing. However, the idea of becoming part of the best players of my high school could not get out of my head. I remember looking through the window for the first time to the big picture of the basketball team held on the wall. I got motivated to pursue that dream beyond any limitation. However, I did not realize that committing to
Growing in the Virgin Islands, lots of young kids like to watch basketball on television and wanted to try out on their own. Well for me I was lucky, my dad was a big basketball player himself and he use to teach me and my brother how to play the sport when we were young. Ever since then my brother and I just kept on playing the sport, I think my dad started to show us how play the sport when I was 7 and my brother was 5. For reason my brother liked the sport more than me and played it more than me too. When I was my brother’s age I didn’t really care for the sport like that.
The journey to varsity tryouts started when I was in 8th grade. There was a camp, right after school, where the best basketball players in my class who were going to Canton, were invited to try and make the summer league team. When I got to the gym before I could even put my shoes on, the head coach of the varsity team came up to me and said, “Noah I want you to come to the center court and practice with the varsity players today”. I couldn’t believe it.
I started to practice at my house—it was the only hoop available for me at the time. Everyday, I would go outside and just shoot as many shots as I can so, I could make my form better. A few weeks of practicing, I started to see progress in my form—I made more shots than usual. Since I thought I was getting better, I decided to ask my parents if they could put me in a basketball team. My parents agreed without any hesitation.
I have never thought once about quitting basketball because it’s always been my thing. Now it’s my senior year of basketball and I’m not ready to give it up. During high school, if I was ever stressed about life or maybe School or didn’t feel like I belonged I could go to practice and complete forget about my problems and be happy again. My coach always tells me that she loves to watch me play because I always have a smile on my face during games and practices, even when coach is yelling at
It is my all-time favorite sport. Some people wonder why I’m so dedicated, and love basketball so much. I tell them it’s because I love using my skills to be a better teammate, so my team members and I can be successful on the court. Basketball has helped me mature by helping me take responsibility, because I have to be responsible on the court and take