I was all about basketball my whole life. I started rec. center ball when I was about five years old and never slowed down, playing school and travel basketball year round, I thought basketball would never end for me. When I reached high school I realized my hometown was football, basketball, and baseball central. This obviously was no big deal to me seeing as how basketball was the game I loved most. But as my sophomore year was rolling by I decided I wanted to pick back up with soccer which I had quit after my seventh grade season. This came as a surprise to a lot of people at school and my friends. At my high school soccer has always been a sport that everyone likes to bash on and it never really got much attention from the school or community, …show more content…
When it came time to start practicing basketball over the summer I dreaded it every single day. All I could think about when I was there was how much time I had left till I got to leave. After just a few days of practice I couldn't take it anymore and I finally got the guts to tell my mom I wanted to quit. This didn't go over well for me at all. All I had known my whole life was basketball. My parents were so disappointed in me. They had spent countless amounts of money for me to go to numerous camps and learn about the game. My mom tried everything in her power to try to stop me from making this decision. I texted my coaches and told them I needed to talk to them before the next days practice. When I met with them they told me they felt like I might be making the biggest mistake I had I ever made and that I wasn't at the level in soccer that I was at in basketball. Some of my teammates that had been some of my closest friends at one point wouldn't even look my way for months after. I think my coaches and parents reactions helped me to grow as a soccer player and have a lot to do with my will and drive to continue soccer at the collegiate
Ever since I was young my parents said “Drew you should try new things, even if it means you fail at something.” I never really listen to them until one time in the study grade when I decided that it was ok to fail. I asked my parents “ Can we look for a club basketball team that I could try out for?” Thrilled in hearing that I wanted to try something new, they found I tryout for a team called the Cincinnati Royals. A couple of other friends agreed to try out with me, but I was still very nervous because it was my first tryout. All three of us made it through the first round of cuts and were called back for another tryout. I remember being more nervous for the second tryout than I was for the first. My palms sweated the whole night, every shot I took clanked of the rim, it wasn’t my night. My two other friends were told that they made the team, but I unfortunately got cut which I expected given how I performed. At first I saw this experience as an overwhelming failure, but I soon realized that I challenged myself, and I could learn from the criticism the coaches gave me. Taking the new stuff I learned from the tryout, I found a different club basketball team that I was fortunate enough to make, which I got to meet new people and play a sport that I loved. Although I may not have gotten the
Playing soccer has also brought my family closer together. Both my parents and my sisters would come to all my games and support me. No matter the outcome of the game my family was always there for me. My family has been at my important games and the games that I am not so proud of. Even though they have seen the worst of the sport I still love having them watching me play. They have been the reason I have never given up. And I love making them proud. In the past year, my travel team folded and I thought that I would never have another team to play on. It was very upsetting knowing that I would not be playing with the same girls that I have played with my entire life. Yet, I joined an intramural team and started playing again. I played on a co-ed team for two more years before I graduated high school. On the intramural tea...
After four years of a new team every season, I went into my first practice of my fifth soccer season expecting the same to be true. Play on this team for one year and then be randomly placed on a different one the following year. Little did I know this team, especially the coaches, would leave a lasting impact on my life. I gained an invaluable support system that has stuck by my side for an upwards of nine years.
It runs through my veins and I cannot live without it. For a long time I did not know who I was but one day, through a basketball camp, a coach helped me realize what my identity was. He helped me figure out that i am a child of God. All my uncles played basketball along with both of my Grandfathers. For a long time I thought that basketball had to be the only thing to define me but, it does not.
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.
Soccer has played a significant role in building one of my closest friendships. I have always strived for excellence in school and soccer. Soccer has taught me the importance of consistent effort through hours of practice and games every weekend. I needed to get better, which meant even more work put into soccer. My commitment to soccer has influenced my study habits, not only did this recreation teach me how to balance practice and homework.
I loved basketball I grew watching all the NBA greats like Michael Jordan, Lebron James etc. I decided to try out for my junior high basketball team. At the tryouts, I was terrible I was new to the sport and learning, but my luck the coach chose me to play on the as a there were few seconds left. After the season, I looked back at it and I wasn’t happy
I dearly loved the sports of my birthplace (soccer, cricket & rugby), but one of the major influences that helped me with my transition was falling in love with basketball.
Ever since I was a little boy, about eight years old or so, I had an extreme passion for the sport of basketball. On weekends, I would wake up in the morning, eat a bowl of frosted flakes or cheerios, put on basketball shorts and then go in my driveway to shoot around. I would be out there for hours just shooting around or playing with some random kids that I would occasionally see walking around my neighborhood. This was satisfaction to me, but even better was playing on multiple public teams and not just playing in my driveway every day. In elementary school, I played in a recreational league, just like almost every other kid who tries out basketball when they were younger. This was fun and all but it was nothing too serious. There were never any practices, it was just one or two unorganized games per week. I never took
My coach had a stern look on her face, and that’s when I knew it would be a rough practice. It hadn’t even begun, yet I was already ready for it to end. It wasn’t that I disliked basketball at all, it was quite the opposite. I started playing basketball in second grade and immediately
but after I started to play soccer for my sophomore I began to be more socialize with my teammates and coaches. It helped me to be more comfortable to socialize with people I don’t know and getting to know new people for the first time. Soccer is a sport like football who needs a leader, teammates and
Basketball is my passion. It is always there for me when I need to get my mind off things. Without basketball I wouldn't even be writing this essay. Basketball is extremely important to my life and I wouldn't be the person I am without it. People may think that I play too much but they don't how much it means to me and how much it helps me in and out of school.
For eight years I played competitive volleyball and I loved every bit of it. After my freshman year of high school, I quit playing. It became more work than play. I disappointed my coaches and teammates but most of all, my parents. My parents had invested so much time and money for me to play volleyball and they were upset with me giving it up.
Then came the senior year. The season came around and my coach, Coach Fletcher, had big expectations for me. I suffered through soccer conditioning and lost a few pounds from it. But I’m getting ahead of myself. the spring season before school ball was my biggest nightmare.
By that time I was active in almost all sports. I was playing soccer, basketball, softball, and even cheering. It was fairly normal because no child knew exactly what they wanted to do at six years old. I really didn’t have an option to whether I was going to do anything or not, it would be one or the other. Through all the options I had before me I chose to stick with basketball as my favorite sport.