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. Our past coach had us play 9 holes every practice with little instruction, while our new coach …show more content…
The next match was regionals, we implemented these values and lessons in our game and stayed consistent throughout the tournament and won. We were able to win conference the next season and almost win regionals again, becoming one of the best seasons in the program. However, throughout my high school basketball career, we didn’t win many games like we hoped, but we built a family and created a better environment with the help of our coaches. My favorite basketball season and most successful happened to be my senior year. With the hopes of winning more games than in the past, we successfully reached that goal. Along with learning important lessons along the way. We learned good teamwork skills, hard work, and we battled adversity. When our games didn’t go the way we wanted, we stuck together as a family and supported one another. When our coach hurt her knee during a game, we rallied together to try and win for her. The lessons that our coach taught us have helped me in my job today at Harris Teeter and I have been able to apply the lessons I learned throughout my journey so far in
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.
My senior year of baseball was quickly coming to an end. I knew the only games we had left were the playoff games. It was the first round of the state playoffs. We were the fourth seed, so we had to play a number one seed. I knew it was going to put our team to the test, but I knew we had a chance to beat them. We had a good last practice before game day, and I felt confident in my team and felt like we were ready for the game.
After my first year on the team, the coach warmed up to me. He still however, kept his distance, but I learned to rise above him. I played a total of eleven tournaments and even went to the state championship. Golfing on the team made me so mentally strong. I learned that I could do something if I wanted to, even if there was no support for me doing it. I continued to play for the rest of my high school career, and improved with every shot.
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.
With my participation on the team, I saw that the sport not only taught how the sport was played, but life lessons as well. Every tournament we went to, my coach always told us, “Whether you win or lose, show your opponent respect and gratitude.” Because my high school was known for
3.. 2..1…Beep! “The Hartville Eagles basketball team will be advancing to the state championship game,” the announcer relayed. Hartville had never won state and my team, and I thought that we had a chance to win. Going into the game our record stood 28-4, and we planned to make it 29-4 by the end of our season; holding a plaque in the air that read State Champs.
When the season started, I dedicated myself to my conditioning and practices. I became a profound basketball player, my life revolved around this sport. Literally, my mindset was “Basketball Is Life”. I remember rushing from my last class, struggling to get through the wave of students that roamed the halls just to go to the gym to get a few shots
Mine and Jackie’s barrier are pretty similar, well it involves the small five ounce, nine inch in circumference, little red seamed and white ball. Ever since I was little I was always fascinated with it, and the environment. On those sunny saturdays, with the cool breeze of the air brushing against my arm, to the stormy sundays when the frigid moist lies on my lips and my legs in tight knots, I’ve always enjoyed the game called baseball. Since my first grand slam (tee ball) I realized that I’m a pretty good baseball player and I could be if I kept working on it. Then it hit me, literally. While I was jogging to first base, I had this sudden moment of realization that hurt worse than the baseball. Could I make the high school baseball team?
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.
My team had been nicknamed “The Cardiac Kids” because of our ability to pull out a victory by one point, which we had done in six games that season. Critics thought a team that could only squeak out so many victories by one point was bound to lose their composure in the play-offs. Throughout the season we had worked towards becoming the team we now were. We were proud of how far we had gotten. The only thing left to do was to play our hardest and to see how well we matched up against the best team in the state.
In the classes, Coach provided the class with a safe and warm environment to learn, providing every scholar with an equal opportunity to succeed higher and higher above all society’s critics about students in New Orleans. We proved and continue to prove what people said were impossible, by our rapid growth. On the court other coaches look for skills, but not my coach. She looked for growth, she confidently believes in the idea of a no perfect team, there were always room for growth. Despite how many losses, the scores weren’t what mattered. Instead, it was about the growth and fight of never giving up until the buzzer went off at the end of every game. I was a part of a team that came from 0 wins from freshman year to having my team finally able to enter the playoff with just one more win to reach. My view of life began to change and evolved over time since
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.
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
I’d like to think that I fell in love at a young age. I grew up watching the WNBA with my parents and always thought that the women displayed on our tv screen were innovators, visionaries, and influencers; alas, my vocabulary back then could only describe them as one thing: superheroes. I was four when my dad took me to my first basketball practice. I remember gripping the brand-new basketball, the smell of genuine leather I began getting familiar with, and I naturally started dribbling the ball to break it in. It felt invigorating.
It was at this moment that I realized that there truly is no “I” in team. A team is not characterized by the individuals within, but rather what the individuals can come together to achieve. For so long I had tried to discover where I belonged on the team. In reality, I should have realized that from the moment I stepped on the court, I was already a member of the varsity team. With a newfound sense of strength, we continued the game. Every single point we won felt like we were putting our lives on the line, while every single point we lost felt like ten-ton chains were holding us down. Even so, it was just another volleyball game. One I had experienced on multiple occasions, perhaps not to the same magnitude, but it was a relatively familiar situation. Strangely, it felt different. I felt more relaxed, more confident, and I was having more fun. At the time, I was not sure what it came from. I was too focused on finishing out the game to pay it much attention. But reflecting on it now, I realize that without a doubt, it was because I truly felt like I belonged on the team. For the first time, I knew that my team was behind me, ready to help me up whenever I fell. We continued on with the game. Despite being down two sets to one at one point, we now found ourselves nearing victory in the fifth set. Finally, we were able to overcome the opponent to win the match three sets to two and secure the second SPC championship for Greenhill Boys Volleyball in three