TRAPPED IN THE PAINT
It started out like any other tournament. Wake up at 7p.m., eat breakfast, brush my teeth, get ready, and put on my basketball clothes on and went to basketball practice.
Shoes scraping the surface of the court, hands slapping basketballs, basketballs merely making it into the basket, i was glad to be in my second home.
I saw some of my teammates and said “are y’all ready for the big tournament?’’
Tournaments are usually a breeze to us, since we win every time. Also after tournaments we go to Cici´s pizza for a buffet. When the coach blew her whistle blared as everybody gathered around as quick as lightning.some of my teammates were still coming in, our coach told them to “do 10 laps around the court.. GO!!!”
Our coach gave us a lot of plays to do. We leaped over objects into a jump shot, then run down the court like cheeta´s, then jumping into our layouts like kangaroos. The coach blew her whistle, and everybody gathered around her. The coach said ¨ good practice everybody to remember to watch some of our game footage, and eat something filling before the tournament.
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We had been practicing for 5 hours!
Our team headed strait for the door like a herd of bulls in an empty field.
Once everybody said “bye!” and “see you later!” we tried to open the door, but it was locked!
We decided to eat from the concession stand. We had slushies, popcorn, and candy.
We watched so suspensefully on the TV’s for the Dallas wings Basketball winning shot...she shoots...SHE SCORES!
The whole team said in unison “YES!” The team (on TV and us) were celebrating by shoulder bumping and high
As Paige and I walked across the field towards our team I felt euphoric. Four long years of work, sweat, and dedication had led up to this night. It was the perfect end to my senior year of softball. The scoreboard just beyond the mass of sweaty, screaming softball players read 15-0. This was the final score of the district championship game, a game my team had never won before. The applause and cheers of the fans echoed in my ears for hours afterward
The period kept winding down slower and slower, until finally there was 5 seconds-4-3-2-1, “YEAAAAH”, “WHOAAAAH” as we all ransacked our goalie. There was a huge pile and hugging on the ice which lasted for what seemed an hour. It had all paid off. We did it, we accomplished our goal we were state champions.
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
Elle puts up the shot and misses. She claps her hands hard showing she is disappointed in herself for missing. Everyone trying to get the rebound; everyone is smacking the ball from each other. A Mombas smacked it all the way to the left side of the court from underneath the basket. The ref says green ball but then gives it to us even though we are blue. The guards run to get the ball passed in but then the ref blows the whistle tweet. He says it’s the Mombas ball, everyone is so confused. Mombas pass it in; the ball is coming up court. Fast overhand pass toward the far right side of the court and 33 shoots. Misses, big girl grabs it and tosses it up and makes it;
Tessa Mouzis Ms.Gommermann Honors English 10 06 May 2024 Game Changer Essay “I want to thank Caitlin Clark for lifting up our sport. She carried a heavy load for our sport and it’s not going to stop here on the collegiate tour,” said Dawn Staley, a former WNBA player and current South Carolina women’s basketball coach. This plain and simple statement speaks volumes. Anyone with eyes can see what she is capable of and know the impact that she’s created on the game, they may even say she’s left a legacy.
They were a team of determined and decisive girls ready to win. After a season heaved with losses, this game changed the girls’ playing habits and endurance. The game was very close the whole time, with Victoria Park holding a small edge of an advantage of one or two baskets the entire game. Within the last nine seconds, Emery caught up and advanced leaving Emery the winner. The girls played their hardest but were not able to catch up in time. The game was declared a loss for Victoria Park by just two points. Nonetheless, no loss was able to reduce the high spirits of the school’s team because they had still qualified for the playoffs. They played a great season filled with rebounds, field goals, and
The anthem was played, and the puck dropped. Cherie struggled to get into position. Five minutes had passed in the game when two players from Acadiana were skating down the ice, with only Nate D. defending Cherie. The player with the puck wound up for a shot and Cherie prepared to defend it, but the player passed and the puck was shot into a wide open net. The crowd roared, the goal horn went off, and it was 1-0 in favor of Acadiana. As is tradition in hockey, the fans began to mock the goalie who has just been scored on, but instead of saying a name they took it way too
It was a sunny day when Trevor was playing basketball up at the court with some other people from the neighborhood. “Eyo, pass the ball Luke!”, Trevor catches the pass from Luke and tries to dunk, and succeeds. Loud cheers can be heard, and some grunts, coming from the opponent’s side of course.
... to trap the player with our hardcore defense. The Lady Horn player freaks out and throws it clear across the court. That is where one of her teammates was and as the Lady Roos hurriedly run down the court she shoots a jump shot. The ball up in the air for what seems like forever rolls and rolls around the rim and goes through the orange rim. The Lady Horns and their fans jump for joy as they have just won the championship game. The Lady Roos, walking back to the bench with tears in their eyes, have to find the courage to go shake their hands and tell them good job. The Lady Roos are devastated and hang their heads low with total silence as they get dressed in the locker room. To their amazement, the awesome Kress fans were all standing out there still cheering them on and giving them great remarks. Than they realized the experience they just had was an amazing one.
...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.
In Game 1, against St. Joseph’s our team was pretty much a nervous wreck! Most of us were panicking and praying about how we would play on the court. But, Hannah Martin was mainly the one out of all of our team that was trying to keep everyone happy and positive for what we were going to do. She was talking to a lot of
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.
“Don't try to take too many balls at once, you need to be able to run and throw the balls.” We walked out on to the court; my heart beating fast, as my hands begin to shake out of fear and the sugar rush starting. My team was given green little head bands, so we can tell who is whom. The whistle was blown to start the game. I rush to the middle line and grab as may balls as I can, then hide back behind the wall.
Augustana basketball is a well loved and largely attended event at Augustana college. I had been told that the team has great basketball skills and often win. Although I was excited to get to experience the game for the first time, I had already started forming expectations. As I approached my first experience as a cheerleader at an Augustana basketball game, I had three expectations. These three expectations were a lack of crowd involvement, my overall un-interest in the game itself, and an adrenaline rush.
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