Personal Narrative: My First Basketball Team

It was a frosty winter morning in the town of Nashville. My basketball team was on the way to our last tournament of the season. The sounds of the crowd cheering and the teams playing were the only sounds on that Saturday morning. The teams were enthusiastic about the games ahead. We all woke up early that Saturday morning because of the enthusiasm leaping out of our bodies. I felt something in my heart, that told me something offbeat was going to happen. As we pulled up to the exhilarating gymnasium, we were all getting our bags together to prepare ourselves for the match against our competitors. The team had not won many games that season but had lots of superior talents. We were all feeling kind of perturbed about the upcoming game, but

We didn’t think we were going to do well that game, but only in the end would we be able to tell. As we continued our drills, we watched the other team's skills. They seemed very intimidating, making multiple three-point shots in a row. We finished our drills when the buzzer echoed throughout the gym to tell the players it was time for the game to start. At the jump ball, the other team, who had the towering girl, got the ball to play offense. Everyone quickly skedaddled down the court to try and block the girls shot. By the time everyone was there it was too late. She made the layup effortlessly and ran to the other end of the court, breezing by everyone on her team while being congratulated. It was then our ball, and we ran down the court and set up our best play we knew. One of my teammates made the first shot that was then the beginning of many others for my

Everyone was on the edge of their seat to see the two rivaling teams finish the game. With the score being us 28 and them being 30, it could be anyone's grand slam. It was our ball and everyone was at the end of the court waiting. The point guard was at the top of the three-point line and passed the ball to me. As the seconds ticked away I panicked to shoot and passed the ball back to the point. Suddenly, the person guarding me swatted the ball out of bounds and turned it back over to us. I could have taken that shot but I believed I could not make that three-point shot. Especially when I was standing four extra feet away from the line. The coach called a timeout. We ran to the sideline and the coach demanded for the point guard to pass me the ball again unless I wasn’t open. He told me that if I was open, I should take the shot. We got back on the court and the point guard did as she was told. She passed me the ball and as I turned to shoot, I noticed that no one was there to guard me. It seemed as though everything was in slow motion. All my teammates and coach yelled for me to shoot the ball. The crowd was cheering with four seconds left on the clock. I prepared to shoot and fired the ball towards the basket. It sailed through the air as everyone watched in awe. It made it to the basket and all everyone heard was the swish of the basketball going through the net. Right as that happened, the final buzzer went