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Ever since I was a little boy, about eight years old or so, I had an extreme passion for the sport of basketball. On weekends, I would wake up in the morning, eat a bowl of frosted flakes or cheerios, put on basketball shorts and then go in my driveway to shoot around. I would be out there for hours just shooting around or playing with some random kids that I would occasionally see walking around my neighborhood. This was satisfaction to me, but even better was playing on multiple public teams and not just playing in my driveway every day. In elementary school, I played in a recreational league, just like almost every other kid who tries out basketball when they were younger. This was fun and all but it was nothing too serious. There were never any practices, it was just one or two unorganized games per week. I never took …show more content…
I devoted so much time and effort into that sport and to stop playing seriously like this was heart breaking. I listened to all my family and friends about how fast I was and decided to try out track. I knew that I wouldn’t hurt by doing this and I didn’t want to stop playing sports. I always thought how track would be a sport where if you have natural talent, you will be good. I decided to give it a go and after running over a mile in the first practice I was a little reluctant to keep going. I couldn’t keep running all these long distances when I’m not in shape for it. I kept telling myself this so I would just keep pushing through it. My mind was in a million places questioning if I should have just stuck with playing basketball even though I didn’t find it was fun as it used to be. So, after a few months of hard training and practice, I stuck with track. My coach, my family and my friends all persuaded me to do it because they thought I would do good and strive throughout the season. This was a hard change for
The scariest thing that I have ever experienced was dislocating my knee during my high school basketball game. While attending Forestview High in 2013 the second game of the season, I acquired my knee injury against Highland Tech. I was very excited about the game because I worked very hard to take a senior spot and was finally getting the opportunity that I was waiting for. Everyday during practice, I gave my all, all the blood, sweat, and tears that I experienced I just knew it was my time. Tuesday, November 22 we get to Highland, warm up, and finally it's time for tip-off. The first quarter I get off to a rough start getting all the jitters out. Second quarter arrives, then I began to get the feel of the game. As I penetrated down the lane after hitting a mean crossover, I came to a jump stop
Basketball is a big part of my life, one year ago in tournament final game two of our best players were hurt and the team was relying on me. With the time winding down on the clock we were down 8 points. Somehow I got our deficit down to two points with 30 seconds left, after an intense defensive stop 10 seconds remained on the clock; our coach called a timeout. A play was drawn up for me to take the shot. Mitchell inbounded the ball to me as I came off of a screen, I had an some-what wide open shot, I took the shot, you could hear the crowd go silent as the ball left my hand and headed towards the basketball. It felt like everything was going slow motion, the ball was getting closer and closer to the hoop and I…….missed it. The buzzer sounded
Starting my freshman year at County High School, I played basketball and loved every minute of it. I wouldn’t be conceited enough to say I was good, but God did bless me with the talent to play. My life revolved around the sport of basketball; some would say I slept, ate, and breathed every part of it. I spent all my time training and practicing to make myself a more dedicated athlete. This dedication not only helped me as a player, but also molded me into the person I am today. It somehow helped to prepare me for what defeat I would face with back surgery in the future.
I’ve always been the type of person that truly enjoys athletics and have participated in nearly all sports offered to me. I started playing sports in elementary with club softball and basketball. As I entered my middle and high school years I was able to add the school sanctioned sports to my list of activities. This afforded me the opportunity of competing in volleyball, basketball, golf, track and softball. The camaraderie and life lessons of sports seemed invaluable to me.
As my deadline got closer and closer, my decision started to become clearer. After weeks of thinking, I had finally decided what I wanted to do. Basketball. It was my outlet, my way to get noticed in society. It would help me in the long run and have a great impact on me and my families lives. Of course, it would take a lot of hard work and dedication, but I was willing to accept the challenge and start a new career.
But I usually relieved this stressed and balanced it out by doing track. Ever since I was young I loved the sport and always new it would be in my future. I remember vacationing with my family in Jamaica during the 2008 olympics, and it just set me on my way to love the sport. I started in middle school and in seventh grade I made states in high jump while our team won the state championship. We were awarded with the high school team and it just made the sport more special to me. Coming into high school I was really excited that we had an indoor track team and wanted to show that I could be great too. From my first days my coach told a group of my friends and I that we could all be special so I took that to heart. I always believed that but quad/hip injuries really tampered with my success. After freshman year I saw all my friends actually become special and do big things, by making varsity relays and even making nationals. I thought my time would come but sophomore year was really a recovery year because I just wasn’t myself. What happened Junior year was the most emotional for me as a runner because I put in a lot of work during the offseason and my coach and I had very high expectations of what was going to happen that indoor season. But I remember like it was yesterday just warming up and my quad just felt like someone stuck a knife in it. I immediately stopped, went to the trainer, and took it light. I told
When I was younger, I loved to play sports. Basketball was my favorite and I was always one of the best on the team. I could jump high to get rebounds, I could use my long arms to steal many balls, I had a great shot and I did it all with grace. It was a beautiful thing and probably the only time I ever felt completely included in a group of people. Even though I was a valuable asset to the teams I played on, I was never the best. I missed many practices because I was too tired to play. I missed some games because I was sick, and I could never run as long or hard as any one else. My parents, teachers and friends reduced me to a lazy hypochondriac and by the power of suggestion, I almost believed it. At the end of the eighth grade, I could not do it anymore. I needed to sleep all afternoon, and sharp pains stabbed my legs with every step I took. Furthermore, I had just realized that I was a lesbian and the stress was causing me to be excessively distracted. How could I have existed with something so powerful living in my body for so long and not know it until now? I guess society’s expectations had blinded me. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20; as I reexamined my life as of that far, I could see that it had always been with me. So with the fatigue, stress, pain and illness I called it quits just a few games before the end of the season.
In this essay, I would be talking about basketball and how it affected my life. This very challenging topic for discusses because it is so hard for me. It was a though thing to deal with in my life; it was sad what happen to me. Basketball always remained an extensive fraction of my life.
Basketball took up a lot of time. Everyday after school we had practice until 5 pm. We also had practices on Saturdays. We would even go to the high school and practice during our holiday breaks everyday! We would have about 2 games per week. On game nights, we wouldn't get home until 9 pm at the earliest. This took up all of my free time and left me minimal time to complete my school work. I felt that it was a big waste of my time because I didn't really enjoy going to practice. I would show up everyday, like everyone else, but I wouldn't get a lot of playing time, so practice was pointless to me. It just wasn't something that I wanted to dedicate all of my time to. I would stand on the
I shot two hundred baskets every night before I went in for dinner over the summer, not because I enjoyed I it, but because my mom wouldn't let me inside If I didn't. My life was consumed by the game of basketball. I remember when I used to admire everything about the gym; the smell of the hardwood floors, the sound of the rubber basketballs smacking the ground, the sweat shimmering on the court, the harsh yellow lights gleaming down from the ceiling. It made my fingers tingle, and a rush of adrenaline stemmed throughout my body. Hours of practice, camps, and games added up, and I was one of the best players in town. My priorities were as follows; athletics, family, and then school. Basketball was my only focus and it soon started to show
When you look at a basketball what do you see? Most would see an orange, sphere, shaped rubber ball. There are black lines and real leather. If you look closer, you would even see the size of the ball in which you are playing with. A basketball could be just a toy for many, or even represent a release for others, but for me, it means a lot more. A basketball represents my blood, sweat, tears, passion, sacrifice, and most of all, a sense of belonging, like a family. At this moment in my life, there are only three things I devote my life to- family, friends, and basketball. Basketball has shaped my life probably more than anything else. Basketball has instilled in me a vicious will to achieve and embrace my ambitions instead of fearing them. Basketball gave me an open opportunity to try something new. New opportunities and experiences are not such a big deal anymore. From academics to personal matters, the lessons that I have learned from basketball has impacted my life.
With goal setting as a foundation for my daughter’s last year of high school basketball, she will be more motivated to continue pursuing sport related activities in the future. She did run with me in the Peachtree Road Race this year and during spring break, she hiked with me in Arizona on some difficult trails. So, she does consider physical fitness and eating healthy to be priorities in her life. However, to get her motivated to set the goals I just discussed and continue playing basketball will be the challenge. I believe she is most likely an outcome-oriented failure avoider. She focuses on social comparison, but fears failing in front of her friends. I think that is why she doesn’t shoot the ball very much. She is afraid someone will make fun of her shots, for example. When she is on the court, she displays a high motivation to avoid failure versus seeking maximum learning and improvement. I believe she sacrifices learning to avoid displaying low
Basketball seems to get into your blood. It is said by those who play, "You eat, you sleep and you play basketball." When I was a little girl all I wanted to be was a professional basketball player. I couldn't count how many times I pounded that dumb ball in our driveway until it was too dark to see, then I would play for hours more by the porch light. Now I realize that was only childish insanity. Back then they didn’t even have a girls’ profession basketball league in the states. However, that didn't stop me from walking away empty handed. One thing I learned was how to prepare oneself for life. Well, at least, how to prepare oneself for a game.
Basketball is one of the interesting sports I have always wanted to engage myself even as a little child. It was a dream come true when I started playing basketball in my high school. Moreover, I was very good in it, and I became the team leader. Of course, I enjoyed every bite of the time I spent playing basketball. My participation in basketball, has had numerous effects on my life, and these are physical, personal and social.
Before I was 12, I was a really fat boy with a weak body. I almost get a sick every year during winter. I can’t run really fast even though I didn’t eat anything. And after I meet my basketball coach, things has been change. I played basketball just for fun and I find out I lost too much fat and never feel exhausted after work out. I didn't sick frequently every winter. And then I just know that playing basketball is a good way to gain muscle, increasing the heart rate and growing faster. So I get to do this sport and treat it as my hobby. I grow a lot and become stronger.