Personal Narrative: My Love Of Basketball

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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. When I got to the gym I saw all of the other boys. There were five boys one of them had a gray shirt with some nike shorts. The second one was wearing a …show more content…

We did some stretches. For the stretches we had to do twenty push ups, twenty sit ups, and twenty burpies. We got into groups of five and as I watch the others play I felt like I wasn't going to make the team. After practice coach told us that cuts were on Wednesday. I laid down on my bed thinking about cuts tomorrow. After seeing all of the good people play I was sure I was going to get cut. As I slept I had this dream were I was shooting some hoops on my drive way me little brother Mickey was grading me a ran and jumped. That jump was amazing. I felt the wind in my face I was about 10 feet of the ground, I had a ball in my hand then I made an awesome shot. I weak up really upset when I realize that it was all a dream. I look at my alarm clock it was 7:20 "I'm late!" I was really down that day I knew I wasn't going to make the team. In basketball practice everything was normal we did the same drills that we had been doing the past days. Coach was pulling out each of us at a time to tell us if we made the team or not. After he had called me I was so happy. What I once thought was impossible had came true. I had made the

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