Personal Narrative Essay: My First Basketball Tournament

As I was warming up before the Rookie State Championship Isaac, one of my teammates, came up to me telling me I better not lose to the blind kid in my weight class. “I know man I got this tournament easy!” I told him. I truly believed it too, all the training with my grandpa, the countless doubles and singles I’ve practiced, there was no way I was gonna lose. He said okay and we continued getting the most practice we could get in before the tournament started. I remember hearing the a loud voice over the four huge speakers, placed in each corner of the huge gym. At this moment all of a sudden my heart dropped. I couldn’t figure out why I was so nervous, I’ve prepared for this months prior. We started walking out of the wrestling room and into the gym. As we entered I looked at all of the bleachers filled with nervous parents and managed to spot my mom biting her nails in anxiety. “ Matthew Conley from West Side and John Roberts from Broomfield go to mat

My mom and grandpa come up to me and hug me, kiss me on cheek, “You did amazing keep it up a few more rounds buddy!” We walked backup to the bleachers chugged a water and ate a protein bar. An hour went by, and the feelings started to cluster up. The anxiety and restlessness slowly started building up. I walked outside and inhaled a big breath of cold air and wen back inside to be greeted to my whole team looking for me because my match was up. I sprint over to the mat and get ready. I shake my opponent's hand and the match started. My head clears again. In the second quarter my opponent was very aggressive, pushing me and playing dirt. I looked back at my grandpa and he mouthed the words under hook to lat drop, re enacting the move as he is telling me. He starts pushing me again, I work in underhooks and throw him. It couldn’t have worked better for me, he landed straight on his back, two seconds later the whistle rings and the referee slaps the mat,