It was a cold winter morning, and I was feeling very tired. The only thing that I knew was getting me through the day was the basketball game. I was walking through the halls going to my classes thinking about what would happen tonight. I had many mixed feelings going through my head from being scared, to super excited. I knew that whatever happened tonight would change everything. The day of a game was always one of the most exciting days. I wanted to be a basketball player. It was getting closer to game time. I went home and got all my stuff ready then went back up to the high school to get on the road. Everyone was getting so pumped on the way there. Blasting music as we were singing our hearts out on the way there was something I love doing. As the bus was getting closer to the school I could feel my …show more content…
I was getting anxious, and I was ready to step foot on that court. This was it, the game that would make it or break it for us to get into playoffs. I don’t know how my teammates were feeling, but my stomach was in knots. As I was walking into the building all I could smell was the food at the concession stand. A lot of people greeted us with a “good luck.” I was scared I wanted this so bad. I knew I had to get over the butterflies and get my game face on.
As I was making my way to the court a tingling sensation was going through my body. Sitting on the bench lacing up my sneakers as tight as possible; scoping out the other team. This feeling in my stomach got worse and worse. I was more scared than I ever was for a simple basketball game. I knew this team was good and they had a way better record than we did. It was time for us to get serious. Twenty minutes to warm up, and it was just for the junior varsity game. I did not play on the junior varsity team; I was on the varsity team. The five girls helped the other girls warm up
I looked in their faces and knew mine mirrored theirs. I didn’t want it to, but it did. Just ten minutes ago, we all were so jubilant. We were so sure we were going to win. We had all wanted it for so long, but we finally felt is as our destiny just a few moments ago. But as our opponent threw the ball in the air, I knew she was just about to serve another ace. However, when the ball landed three feet in front of our best passer, something snapped inside of me.
Basketball is a great sport for people that like to run because basketball involves running up and down the court.. Some people like basketball because they like the idea of the sport or the competition. Most people have something specific that they like about basketball. For instance: Some people like free throws better than threes. Everyone has a different opinion about the game or perspective of the game that they like or dislike about it.
...slapshot from the point. Two minutes later the puck broke loose from one of the other team's defensman and landed on our most talented player’s stick. He is not only as fast as lightning but can also stick handle around any NHL team blindfolded. He made a quick move to the left, and then to the right. He took the shot which went top shelf on the right side. The second I saw the net move I knew we had done it. The underdog team defeated the 1st ranked team in the state championship game for Missouri high school hockey. An uproar from the mob of people could have been heard from two miles away. I couldn’t believe we had done it. We beat the odds, and took the cup. I felt shivers travel down my bruised and cut body. The hard work did pay off, for we had done it. The tears were flowing like the water dropping from the Niagara Falls. We were State Champions.
It was a sad day nothing could make me happy anymore. I had been sad from the first moment I read the paper. I kept reading the list I must have read it at least ten times. Over and over again kept seeing the same names. None of the names were mine. I had finally realized I did not make the team. I was heartbroken all I have ever wanted just slipped out of my grasp. “It’s ok you’ll make it next year”, said my friend Warren. But what he couldn’t understand was that I wanted it to happen that year. I wanted to make the basketball team that year.
I had not much time to think so I just acted! I swung the bat hard making contact with the ball and as I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins I looked out to deep right field where the ball had sailed over the right fielder's head. When I seen the ball drop down the foul line and my teammate running home I knew I did it. I was as much emotional as I was proud for myself as I stood on the base and waited for my team to rush the field. I felt the best I had in a long time! Everything worked out just as I had wished and dreamed of it for so long.In all the midst of the cheering, yelling, and chaos I was at peace and felt the proudest of my life as I stood like a statue on that field looking like one of the joyful men on the face of the Earth that night. Everything had just happened so quickly it was almost hard to process it all at one time. I was almost shook with emotion that night and it took a lot of power to keep from going crazy because of all the happiness that night had brought
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
My hands get clammy and emotions are running wild. When they call my team we all run out frantically and realize there's one last chance with this team, one last chance with this routine, some athletes final shot at the state championship! The lights gleam bright and it is time to do my job and put faith in my team to do the same. Two minutes and thirty seconds go by and that's the end of it all… walking off the mat knowing I did the best I can do and the rest is in the judge's hands. Sitting at awards, waiting desperately as they call each team third, second, and first place goes to Carrollton high school! The drop of my stomach and the tears that ran down my face. I was so shocked all the fame and victory made all the hard work worth
I kept reminiscing what I had done to be successful last game and it worked. We were going into that last inning. Still, I had not given up a hit to this Brainerd team. As the game came to a conclusion, we won and I had just thrown two back to back no-hitters to win the championship. Everyone was jumping up and down and beaming with happiness.
The day came and the whole way down to the tryout I was as scared as a turkey in November! The tryouts were at a school in Sioux city. As soon as I walked in the door, I smelled sweat and I wanted to leave. I started to sweat before I even started playing, I saw so many girls from 3rd to 11th grade. I didn't know where to even go so I walked to the middle of the court and that's when it began.
It was two days until the first game of my last high school football season. My team and I were going to play Bayfield, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
The best time of the year for baseball players, the championship the only game that counts. The game started out strong, both teams fought with all their might making the game tied by the last quarter. When it was my turn to bat again I had to procure victory, because it was two outs bases loaded.The moment finally came, bases were loaded with two outs with failure voided from my mind and I knew the time was right, I scurried to the plate and the ball was thrown I swung and missed, strike one. Then a ball, then another. Finally it was a full count last pitch and the spirited crowd was on the edge of their seats because this could be the last pitch of the game.
Our kicker went on to kick the extra point, as only one minute remained on the time clock. The Clark Cougars went on to beat the Williams Warriors. I could see it now on the front page of the town newspaper. "Clark demolishes Williams for the first time in 14 years!" We finally beat the best team in the world! As we celebrated, and jumped around on the soggy grass, a tear came to my eye. It was all hitting me now. I finally achieved the goal of my life! I could not control the tremendous smirk on my face. As I watched the coach from the opposing team cry in agony, I thought to myself, "That must be what they call the agony of defeat." I knew that the moment of my life I had long waited for, was gone. Only memories are left in my mind, and I cherish every single one of them.
Basketball a sport that is played throughout the whole world. When playing this sport all you need is a ball and basket. Though the basket does have to be a certain height kids play it in their classroom or outside. What I mean by this is that kids and even adults in the office treat a trash can as a basket and whatever their trash is as a ball. I got interested in this sport when I was in middle school in eighth grade moving on to high school. I was never interested in basketball until I played it with a group of kids who today are still my friends.
Down two with six seconds to go fatigue had taken it tolls on the players. With little energy left; over time was not an option. I knew I had to go for the win. I walk on the floor confident of my ability that was until the whistle blew quickly turning my confident to butterflies. As I fought to get open I quickly saw the ball coming my way. As I rose for a jump shot time itself began to stay still. An in flesh everything became silent. As I watch the ball leave my hand I envisioned greatness; sure the ball was on its way in I started to celebrate that was until I hear the announcer say my teammate tip in miss shot to win us the game. Mix with emotion I celebrate with my teammate. “Ok guys, we have 24 hours until tip off. Get some rest because this is going to be the biggest game of your life. Let’s bring this championship back to Barton College. Go Bulldogs and Goodnight!” Why few players stay in the lobby to hang out I took it talk upon to work on my game and reflect on the semifinal game that just took place. At basketball games you will notice how there are all sorts of fans attending the game.
Can you imagine playing the game of basketball without a three point line? Basketball has constantly changed throughout history and continues to change today. The National Basketball Association has risen in popularity and is now one of America’s more popular sports. Because basketball continues to be a popular sport, a fan should learn about the origin of the NBA, how the game evolved from the late 1940s to the early 2000s, and how the players today impact the way it is played.