Growing up I was a diehard basketball player. I started playing basketball at the age of six years old, and at the time I wasn’t very good. I was made fun of a lot because of my weight and I wasn’t very athletic. From six years old till 10 years old, I was constantly picked on and whenever I played basketball with friends it was the same result. One night I was in my bed and I was looking up the statistics of what it took to play professional basketball. At the time I was still 10 years old and there was nothing more I wanted in my life at the time to be a pro basketball player. The statistics told me that less than 1% of basketball players in the world go on to play professionally. For some odd reason I truly believed that I was going to be …show more content…
At 10 years old I promised myself that I was going to do whatever it took for my dream to come true but I didn’t realize how much I would have to sacrifice. A regular day for me would be a 2 hour basketball workout in the morning before school, go to school, team practice after school, than I would either be in the gym by myself or I would be with my trainer. This was my schedule every day in high school for four years. Weekends and holidays off were even tougher. When the weekend came around, and all of my friends were going out and having fun, I was in the gym working on my game. I lost so many friends because I was antisocial. I wasn’t antisocial because I was arrogant and thought I was better but I was antisocial because I felt I was never good enough and I always had to work on some part of my game. I knew deep down that the friends I had in high school couldn’t help me get a pro basketball offer. They weren’t going to help my dreams come trust. As bad as that sounds, it was the truth because the only person that can make my dreams come true was me. Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday, it didn’t matter. My trainer and I would always push each other to find reasons to get in the gym. Every day was the same, there was no slacking around and no time for excuses because my senior season was coming to an end and it was time for …show more content…
If I had chosen to go to college and play basketball and this injury would have happened then, I would have been devastated. My whole dream was to play pro, not college. I wanted to be a pro basketball player, not a college basketball player. I can always look back and say I was a pro. Now I am in school to become a Doctor of Physical Therapy all because of the injuries I went through and the time I spent in Physical Therapy. I ended up falling in love with seeing patients healed through exercise, stretching, strengthening, and nutrition. I get to look back and say I did it the way I wanted to do it, and I get to think about my future on how soon I will be a Doctor of Physical
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.
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.
I never anticipated that when I decided to play basketball, I would endure so much pain, soreness, or diversity, but I was inevitability mistaken. Basketball has taught me how to compete as a team with teammates whom you might not get along with. As in any sport, teams go through many ups and downs together throughout the years. When times get demanding and strenuous, as teammates, we have to encourage each other, build our strength up together, and keep good character through it all. My late grandfather always preached to me about never letting my circumstances define my character, and I find myself teaching my teammates, friends, and classmates more about that saying each day. Additionally, I do not consider myself a defeatist because I have never quit a sport or activity in life because it got challenging, problematic, or more demanding. My grandfather also taught me to press through the tough times in life, and I would be rewarded in some way. Now the reward was not money nor fame, for it was a profound understanding that I would never be handed anything in life because I had to earn it. In
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.
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
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
We have two gyms that we practice in. The “New Gym” has a distinctive smell. I think it smells like sweat and hard work. We always have worse practices in the new gym. I like practicing in our main gym. The good part about the new gym is that there are no stairs in the new gym. In the main gym, we must run stair laps, they are awful. Instead of running stairs in the new gym we must run down and backs.
“Quick shoot the ball” Yelled the coach. Running down the field I shoot we won I scored the winning goal.” As I looked over at the scoreboard beep the game was over. We have won the game we are going to the championship. As we were going out to go eat with my team for our win “Bang” a loud crack of the thunder.
I figured that I had grown about five inches since my freshman year and had gotten stronger it might be time to play basketball competitively once more. When November rolled around I was on the varsity team, but unfortunately my basketball skills was not up to par. It was tough at first, because I was a new face on the team, and the guys on the team had a great chemistry that they had built up throughout the years. After a few weeks had rolled by, I realized that I would not be in the rotation.I told myself that the team’s success is more important than my personal desired statistics.I decided to make the most of my role on the team. It was a tradition for the guys who were not in the rotation to contribute to the game in some way, guys did this by preforming stunts after significant plays and momentum shifts in the game in our favor. This was great because the crowd loved and it and more importantly my teammates fed off of the
My junior year in high school, I went out for basketball. I liked it for a while, but when games started I was on JV. It was okay, but I was only getting to play two minutes per game. This didn't make me very happy. With all the time that I was putting in to play, it just wasn't worth it. My dad told me to just stick it out. Some of my friends told me that I should just switch to wrestling. I didn't know if this was possible, so I talked to the coach. The coach said he would be glad to have me on the team, but I would have to talk to the counselor. I talked to him and explained why I wanted to switch sports and he gave me the go ahead. There was only one thing standing in my way: how was I going to persuade my parents to let me wrestle. I talked to my dad about it and he said that if that was really what I wanted to do then that would be fine. I decided that I would play one more game of basketball and if things didn't get better, I would switch. Things didn't get better. I went in once for two minutes.
Dunking a basketball is the holy grail for most basketball players to achieve, but most people are unable to do so. People give hundreds of excuses as for why they are unable to achieve the task of dunking such as their height, weight, or athletic ability. The only true way to achieve this goal is through hard work and training. Today was my chance to overcome my lack of height, and finally dunk a basketball. Standing at a proud 5 feet and 11 inches tall, most wouldn’t expect me to be able to do this feat. The coach just called the end of practice and to avoid conditioning, five players were asked to dunk. To everyone’s relief, the first four players easily sailed through the air and dunked, but it wasn’t a surprise since everyone was easily
When this happened, I always tried to be optimistic and come out of this injury with more than I went into it with. From not playing soccer for one year, I gained so much knowledge of myself just from writing in a journal that I still keep at my house. I read it from time to time and I can still see the progression of my writing since I started writing, to the last entry in that journal. This part in my life was beneficial because I now know how to write at a college level. Before I tore my ACL I couldn’t write to save my life. I was a horrible writer and thanks to tearing my ACL I improved drastically. If this part of my life were to not happen I would probably be going to The University of Hawaii at Manoa with the rest of my classmates because that’s what our education pushed us
When I was seven years old, right after my family had moved from Moberly to Renick, I had grown attached to the sport of basketball. It was the only sport i took an interest in. At that time, basketball was all that was on my mind. I would always come home from school, find my younger brother, and my basketball, and we would practice our shots. Nothing could come between me and my addiction to this pastime. Or so i thought. After arriving at Renick, i realized we didn’t own a basketball goal. To fix this problem, we would always get on our bikes and ride up to the park. It was a little tiring, as we did this every day for the longest time. One day after returning from the park, my father had told me and my brother that he knew someone who was selling a basketball goal for extremely cheap.
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.