Basketball Essay

Once there was a little boy who loved to play sports, although he was never naturally talented at them. He was never the fastest, never the strongest, and most definitely never the most coordinated. He liked to play all sorts of sports; basketball, baseball, soccer, football, and track. But one sport stood above all, and that was basketball. Which was ironic because that was probably the sport he was least naturally talented in. That little boy was me. Before I moved to Worland, Wyoming, I lived in Idaho and never played any sort of organized sports, but every time I watched the Denver Broncos or Utah Jazz play, I knew I wanted to be doing that. Once I was in Worland, I began to play a lot of football at recess with my friends, this grew my

The problem was, that I was not particularly coordinated. I had trouble shooting and even sometimes making a layup. I played from my 3rd grade year all the way up till my 6th grade year in the recreational league, where I, understandably, did not receive much playing time. That next summer, going into my 7th grade year, I worked so hard to improve. I shot hundreds of shots a day on my shaggy little basketball hoop, that was mounted very loosely. I dribbled everywhere I went, I never wanted to stop. I knew that if I was going to make the A team, the middle school equivalent to the varsity team, that I needed to make layups at a consistent rate, so, at least in my 12 year old mind, I performed thousands, possibly even millions of layups a day. I felt good going into my first day of 7th grade basketball practice. And I was right to feel that way because I made the A team as the first guard, or small player, off of the bench. My 8th grade year, however, my coach felt I was best as the starting point guard for the B team. On this B team, I was a star, I was the best scorer, defender, and passer. It felt good to play a lot, but I still wanted to be up with the best of the best