There’s 6 seconds left on the clock, we’re up 70-39. Whether we said it or not we all came into this game thinking we were going to lose, or at least I did. I take a moment to look around me and at this 6 seconds I notice I’m playing with four girls who over the years I have grown to “hate”, but walking out of this gym tonight I will be leaving with different thoughts. The clock is winding, and so are the few seconds of my last basketball game on my home court or my last game at all for the matter. In this very instant the over welcoming crowd is filled with noisy fans from multiple schools in the Illinois Valley, yet I hear nothing, 5… I see my team screaming as we are about to win and make history… 4… I can myself as I’m covered in sweat, a smell that disgusts me but have grown used to... 3… I glance at my parents in the stands, sitting in the same spot they have sat for the past four years … 2… I try my best to embrace it all, knowing that soon, just like that it’ll all be over… 1… the buzzer sounds. …show more content…
It was a game versus the North and the South, based off of what side of the river you live on. I live on the south side, but have always known the girls from the northern schools better. Even though I am on the opposite side of the river I am closer in distance to these schools rather than the girls I was playing with. Being that I am closer to the north, all of our games since junior high, against these southern teams have been intense, even considering a couple of them our rivals. Don’t get me wrong, I was ecstatic to find out that I was chosen to play in the All-Star game, especially since my school hosts the event it gives me one last chance to play on my home court. Yet knowing that I would be playing with girls I had never been fond of made me pretty
Although I was on the team, I was the only one who had never been an All-Star. I spent most of the tournament on the bench. But there were a few times when I had to go up and pinch-hit. I loved those times. I actually came through with a few clutch hits. Eventually, we made it to the championship game. Because we had lost our first game of the tournament, we were in the loser's bracket, and had to beat our opponent twice to advance to the next tournament. I am an extremely competitive person (probably the most competitive I know) and I was pumped up. But we lost our composure, and then lost the game. Needless to say I was more than a little depressed by the whole situation.
We were going to win the game. That was the end of it. I knew it. We were the winners of that game. I stood up and yelled in a voice that even frightened me. I didn’t scream about moving our feet, or calling the ball, I screamed about how big of winners we were. I was done with moping. For seven minutes of my life, I had forgotten that I could do anything I set my mind to, and I had given up. The worst seven minutes of my volleyball career were those seven minutes in the third game of the final match at Brighton Volleyball Tournament. I had put my determination down to wallow in my disappointment. Disappointment needs to build determination. I had decided a long time ago that there were certain things in life that I could do better than other people. Those were my gifts. I use my gifts to my full potential.
17 year-old Rashim Lancit was the standard senior at LaSalle High School. His best friends were Andrew and Colin. They played together for their high school basketball team. However, Rashim loved the game of basketball more than his friends and dreamed to go to the NBA. He thought there was no way that he would make it there. However, that all changed one Friday night at the LaSalle basketball game.
It was a cold cloudy Friday morning. The day of the most nerve racking championship game had finally arrived for the two rivalry basketball teams, the Kress Lady Roos and the Hart Lady Horns. Weeks and weeks of hard, aggressive, closely won ball games one after another. Only a little bit of time after that to get ready for the most important game ever; this is the game everyone has been preparing for. A ton of exhausting conditioning and an enormous amount of shooting lead up to this moment. Every girl on the Lady Roos basketball team feels excited, pumped, and ready for the game later tonight. Constantly thinking and feeling overly enthusiastic of what the outcome of the game would be like. We all had predictions of what we wanted the game to be like but it was up to whichever team wanted it the most. With all the confidence and motivation that we had that morning we just wanted school to be over with already. It did not end quickly though. School was such a drag. We all could not wait for that three-thirty bell to ring so we could hop onto that big, yellow, warm bus. Finally, the loud, annoying bell goes off. It was now, “Game Time”! Only hours away until we would play the game of our lives. As we approached the humongous school our opponents were already there. We did not want to even look at them when we walked in. We did not want to be discouraged by what kind of players they were. As the minutes passed by it was time to get ready. We could already hear our loud and passionate fans approaching the gym. We love our dedicated and supportive Kress community. As the warm-up started we all became very anxious and jittery but knew we had to shake it off and stay focused. As we had our last talk with the coach and said our glorious ...
...ft," Coach said as we hurried out of the health room. She was right. There was only half the time left. Warm ups seemed to fly by, and before I knew it there were only 35 seconds left on the clock. Murray's team had already headed for the bench for their coach’s last second instructions. "Let's bring it in girls," yelled Coach Moore from our bench. We all ran over not wanting to miss any important last minute words of wisdom from Coach. "OK, starters check in, you know who you are. As I have said, they are about equal in ability with us. We need to go out there and play our hearts out tonight, girls. Enjoy this, it is your last home game this season," Coach said. With that the Ref. blew his whistle to signal the start of the game. I, with the rest of the starters, walked out onto the court and got ready for the tip off, knowing I was completely prepared for the game.
The basketball court is a place, filled with confidence, teamwork, which enhance the ability of the student to their full potential. However, it is filled with a dose of emptiness and at the same time darkness stretched miles across the gym. Although it was seven in the morning, the gym was as quiet as the streets downtown at midnight. Other than darkness and emptiness, the basketball court was filled with high pitch sounds of mosquito flying around. The basketball court was as cold as the the north pole.
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.
It is a lovely spring day, the sun is shining bright, delighted birds are flying in the sky, and the esteemed American flag is fluttering slightly in the soft breeze. The field is immaculate, the grass is brilliant green, and the bases surrounded with attractive brown sand. You can smell the aroma of hot dogs cooking and popcorn popping. The bleachers filled with anxious, chattering fans. Suddenly, the uniformed man behind the plate yells, “PLAY BALL!” Then, the first nervous batter steps up to the plate; the players in the field crouch down in anticipation of what will happen. The pitcher, on the mound, goes into his windup and throws what appears to be an impeccable pitch across the plate. The umpire calls out,
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.
As I walked onto the volleyball court, I noticed people were screaming and cheering all around me. They were all around me, and yet they all sounded strangely distant. I was nervous. I was worried that we might lose, but worst of all, I was worried that I might end up letting my teammates down. Negative thoughts continued filled my head and I drew closer and closer to my position. Once again, I found myself asking whether or not I truly belonged on this team. Now, this certainly was not the first time I questioned my place on the team, but little did I know that it would be the last.
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.
As you walk out of the locker and onto the court, Your last home match in one of the greatest games in all sports, I hope you reminisce of all the blood, sweat, and tears, And beating of your jersey number amongst all the cheers. The nine of you have many talents and gifts on this team, You leadership this season will never be put to shame.
The time of the year has come again, the basketball season comes and goes in a blink of the eye. Come with me on our journey through this season with five main parts that compare quite well with the five essays I wrote for Composition I. Many sections last for longer than others, but all fit well together to make the experience better and your success in the future. My first essay, the autobiographical, correlates with the actual season of basketball. I got to describe the season from my point of view.
Whether competitive sports are beneficial or helpful to middle school students is a hotly debated topic. People believe that the amount of injuries, and pressure that is put on adolescents can severely harm a teenager mentally and physically. However, that is completely false. The activities that take place in sports are not completely risk free, but they are much less dangerous than other forms of exercise, and the health benefits drastically outway any dangers. The pressures and competition benefits adolescents by helping them stay healthy, gain life skills, and provides college opportunities, all from participating in a sport activity.
Next, we went down to the bleachers and watched the rest of the teams from our section. I was amazed at how good their routines were and how many people were on their’ teams. Before I knew it the awards ceremony was up. We got down from the bleachers and sat in a circle on the gym floor. Surround by about twenty other teams sitting exactly like we were. My heart was pulsing loudly, and my hands were shaking. I was super nervous. The announcer said,” In 3rd place, the team from Decorah.” Everyone cheered. Once it is quiet again he said,” In 2nd place the team from Cresco.” Then after everyone was done cheering the announcer said,” Drumroll please.” We all started a drumroll loudly on the floor. Then he said, “ In first place…” Everyone went silent from the anticipation. The gym was still. It's not going to be our team we did our best that is what matters. Then he finished “, The team from West Union!” I immediately jumped up and started hugging everyone around me. “ I can’t believe we won!” I said to the person next to