Never thought an ending could come so quick. Lying on the floor, not able to move while my left knee is throbbing with massive amounts of pain, tears running down my cheeks, and just wishing this was all a dream. How could this be happening all at once? Not realizing what this meant, what was going to happen, and what the future holds. I remember getting carried off the court by my coaches Barry and Buck. Barry, my head coach, was bulky and dumpy. Buck, my assistant coach, was lanky and brawny. Two completely different individuals, but I liked Barry better. Buck could be such a pester sometimes, while Barry was warm. The look on his face still eats me alive. I could see the water works forming before he even approached me. I read him like a …show more content…
Before any of this happen, I had nothing to complain about. My junior year of high school was remotely the best yet. For sports, I achieved countless goals in volleyball and basketball. In volleyball, I was named to an all-conference team, and was ranked third, overall, in the KSAC. However, we made playoffs this year as well, but it was a huge deal due to the fact that we were ranked seventh, meaning we would host a home playoff game. I remember my heart rising as I first serve received a ball, my nerves hovering when it became match point, and devoting myself to the game. My team and I fell short, but it is a time I will forever cherish. My coach, Julie, stood strong headed, impassioned, and motivated. She was gratified with how hard we worked the whole season. In basketball, I was also named to an all-conference team plus an all-district team. Our program at my high school struggled over the years, but this year was a whole new look. We won over eleven games, advancing to the playoffs. Our first playoff game started out slow. Shots were not falling, but then we came out explosive in the second half, outscoring our opponent. Victory never smelt so incredible. My sister, Shaley, and I grasped each other tightly, and cried with joy. This was not the end quit yet. The second round was going to be trickier, so my team and I knew we had to put a whole, solid week of work in. The stretch was over, and it was time to put our game faces on. The atmosphere surrounding us was arousing and unforgettable. The earsplitting racket was off the tables. The ecstatic enthusiasm crowded the air. All the tension was building up inside such a small region. Hearing the high-pitching whistle noise meant the rivalry has begun. We were on fire with a twelve-0 run. The energy was bouncing off the walls. My teammates on the bench were going crazy, like monkeys crying for a banana. I felt like a whole new person inside. But after halftime,
Entering my final season of AAU basketball I knew I had set myself up for a roller coaster of emotions, whether it was from the night of my first practice, the weekend of my first tournament, or my first time on the road with my new team. This was because a lot was on the line this season, and I strived to make this season my best, and most enjoyable. This is mostly because this was the final year getting the opportunity to put on my red and black jersey every tournament. It was my last season traveling around the country with my teammates every weekend with one goal, to win, and it was my last season to improve my skills all around, in an attempt to further my basketball career into college. During the first few practices I was nervous for how the season would go because I noticed my coach was a lot harder on me than he was to my teammates and I did not know how to take that at first.I was not used to to his coaching style of being loud, in your face, and tough, or his emphasis on "perfection" because on my past teams I was used to being the best person on the team, and my coach rarely had negative criticism for me, so I took his intense coaching style terribly.
To my surprise we defeated the team. Winning the first game of the season sparked a burning passion in the team to win and become the best. Our desire and lust to be the underdogs was fueled by our atrocious previous season. Game after game, we defeated our opponents, and game after game we became stronger and stronger. We began to believe in ourselves and instead of dreading the games, we could think of nothing else. I realized that I was wrong about my initial thoughts about our new coach, and that I should not have judged him without giving him a chance. Soon, our confidence grew to the point where we wanted to win the championship. Off the field, we had our doubts. We convinced ourselves that we would not be able to qualify for the championship, based on our statistics from last season. On the field, however, our play style could not be defended against, and our skill was unmatched. Every game we gave it all we had because we had nothing to lose. We knew going into the games that it couldn’t be worse than the previous season. As a result, we began to play for fun, and by doing so we got into our rhythm. Soon enough, we qualified for the championship, and we were going to the semi-finals. Our opponents were no match for us, and we won the game. Next was the finals. It was all surreal at the time. We were the worst team, or thought to be at least. We had done horribly the previous season, and not a single one of us could have even dreamed of this happening, but it did. We went into the finals knowing that no matter what happens, we had a wonderful season and we all had fun. We knew that even if we lost, we would be happy because we had fun and it was a great run. Despite the odds, we won the finals. We were the champions. I remember the game ending and joy rushing through my body. We, the underdogs, had won the
It 's the day before my last high school varsity basketball game as a senior… Wow four years went by this fast who would have imagined this day would have came. All day I was thinking about the season ending. This game meant everything to me, it wasn 't any ordinary game. It 's a section game! Win or go home.. With it being my last high school game I wanted to close the chapter knowing I gave it my all. Practice was probably the most intense it 's ever been for me. Emotions were flaring and we were all on the grind.
We did a lot of stuff together; we were practically brothers. But one time during our championship game against our rival school, our captain got into an accident and was unable to continue the game. I remember that game like it was just yesterday, when my friends and I played the most memorable game ever. The game started out with our team losing; our opponents were tough; they had strong defense and sharp offence. But that didn’t break our fighting spirit. Our captain told us to keep calm and not give up, no matter what. As the momentum of the game shifted to a tie, our captain was badly injured in an accident just before it was called half time. In the team dug out, our captain told me that it was up to me to lead the team to victory. I was scared bearing that kind of burden, but our captain reassured me that it would be okay and that he believed in me. And so I went and tried my best, but reality was much different than my expectations. Our opponent’s defense was impenetrable; we tried and tried, but it seemed futile. But I didn’t give up; our captain believed in me, he put the burden of winning the game on my shoulders after all. And then it happened; one of my teammates, Robel, had the
One December morning, right before Christmas break, I was talking with a friend when our football coach came over to talk to us. I really respected and admired my coach and we always got along very well. My coach told us he was leaving Melbourne Central High School to go work in California. I had no idea what to say. I was in utter disbelief I was barely able to mutter a simple "Good Luck". One of my goals for the upcoming year was to have a good football season, just for my coach, because I really felt he deserved it. Most days I would have lunch with the coach where we would talk not only about football but also life and current events. When he left, I lost not only a coach but a friend and mentor. I knew I would always miss him. I did not believe that his departure, however, would threaten my football career or my love of playing. I was wrong.
My name was called and I could not keep my emotions in check anymore. I started to tear up during that cross court run. I remimised on all the ups and downs of the my SEP basketball experiences. From the long bus rides to the unforgetable sleepovers but also the departures of past seniors and the early exits of the tournaments in 1975 and 1976. That is when it hit me that this will be my last high school game.
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
I've learned a lot things in my breif time being alive, but only ne of those ideas really stands out to me. It is something that I try to live by and think of all the time. I've leaned that whatever you do, you need to have a passion for it. Without that passion you will never try hard enough.
Two years ago, my basketball team and I made the 123 mile trip from hometown, Norfolk to Nebraska’s state capital to compete in the annual Class A State Basketball Championships. We had an astonishing 25-0 record heading into the tournament. Our 25-0 record was the best in the state and something that had never been done before in our school’s history. We went into our first round matchup thinking we were just going to show up and walk our way into the state final. Boy were we wrong. We got down early and were never able to recover. When the final buzzer sounded and we were on the losing end, my team and I were in shock. What had just happened? We were suppose to win the whole tournament, but now our season had come to a screeching halt. That one loss taught me more than all 25 of the previous wins combined.
The most successful team I have been on was my sophomore year golf team and my senior year basketball team. I learned different lessons from both teams and coaches that I will be able to use throughout life and in the real world. My experiences from both teams taught me how to be a better person and be able to thrive in real world work settings, along with the ability to impact the lives of others around me. Some of my favorite matches and games weren’t always the ones that we won, but the ones that we lost and the lessons we were able to learn and grow from them. I was influenced by my golf team sophomore year due to the recent change in coaching and the different coaching styles she brought.
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
Basketball tryouts were this week and I real like basketball so I decided to sign up. Tryouts didn't start till 5 so I had a whole hour to get ready. I think I'm actually really good at basketball. I'm probably going to be the best guy in the team. I mean basketball ever scene I was eight years old. It was 4:30, almost time for basketball so I grabbed my things. As I was waking out of the house I remember my shoes how could I have almost forgotten my shoes that's the most important thing that is needed in sports. My shoes are gray high top basketball shoes. They can make me jump three times higher than I usually jump.
August 22, 2016 was the day my basketball career sadly came to an end. Ever since middle school, basketball has always been my one true passion. I loved basketball with all my heart and aspired to compete against the best one day. However, regardless of my strong ambition, I’ve learned that things aren’t always meant to go your way. Throughout my basketball career, I suffered from a great deal of emotional and physical strain. I was constantly injuring myself to a point where my body could no longer utilize its full athletic capabilities. Yet, I never let the reoccurring pain discourage me from performing on the basketball court. Nevertheless, what truly wrenched the most was the fact that no one supported me. Both my family, friends, teammates,
It was going to be my third year of living in the town of Drums, Wisconsin. I live with my brother, parents, and my two dogs and two cats. I am a Junior at Drums High School, and I can’t wait for my basketball season to begin. I hope this year everything goes well and no one gets hurt.