Winning my Basketball Championship When I was six years old, I started going to my sister’s cheerleading games, But the only games I went to were the basketball games. I was so drawn to basketball and all of the players on the team. Most people look at basketball and think it’s a boring sport because all you do is pass a ball back to each other like a ping pong ball game but basketball is not like that all in my mind. You truly won’t be able to understand basketball or any other sport unless you play it because in sports they have secret plays and certain things that only the players would know. When I started to understand the sport, that’s when I decided that when I was 10 years old that I would play basketball for a school. Eventually, …show more content…
There were 7 games before the big championship game, multiple teams would go against each other and then the final two teams would face off against each other. My team went undefeated all season and then we won our first game in the championship after we won our game, we had to wait for the other teams to finish. Since the building we were playing at two courts, my team went to the other court and messed around until we were next. The courts were divided by a wall so we wouldn’t disturb the game going on. While we were messing around, I ended up breaking my index finger doing something very stupid. Me and my team were trying to make half court baskets and when I went behind the basketball hoop, one of my teammates threw the ball from the half court line and it ended up hitting my finger because I wasn’t paying any bit of attention. I instantly went to my coach and told him what happened, then he took me to the medical team and they taped my index finger to my middle one so I couldn’t move it. I had to sit down with my mom until our next game started so I wouldn’t get more hurt. Eventually, our next game started and my coach asked if I was able to play still and of course my finger hurt but I didn’t want to miss out on playing in our championship game. Our game started and I was put out on the court first, we made all the points in the first quarter and we didn’t
Beginning as a freshman I started every game never, but to sit on the bench unless there was a major problem. This repetitious cycle mirrored itself over and over again until there was a problem, physically, with my body. I had felt a pain in my back that ran down my leg for some time, but no one other than me knew of this pain. I am a very strong willed and determined person, not letting pain stand in my way. The pain started to vaguely effect my everyday activities, such as walking across Wal-mart which put me in agonizing pain. The only way I played basketball with this pain was by focusing on the goal I was out to achieve.
It shattered my glasses and knocked me flat on the ground. My coach gave me an ice pack for my swollen eye and had me sit down while the other kids searched for the remnants of my broken glasses. Once most of the pieces were found the game resumed and I was back on the field. I kept playing hard and at one point took the ball away from a boy on the other team. His coach yelled from the sideline, “Come on! You’re getting schooled by a blind girl!” and everyone laughed.
I won the tip. The game is now under way. I remember getting the ball in the post and backing my defender down, I faked to the right and went up with my left hand! Bam and one the basket counts. The ref blows his whistle because of the foul. Now i 'm at the freethrow line and I sink it. Nice way to start the game right off the bat. As the game went on I was finding out none of my teammates showed up prepared… Basketball is a game of runs. Saint Francis was on a run the whole game, they are known for their three point shooting and they were shooting the lights out. It was a very chippy game I seem to be making most my shots. I look up and the scoreboard says i 'm the leading scorer with seventeen points. Were starting to get on a run. My teammate passes to me, i 'm in the corner for a three and I make it. Then we get a quick steal and we make another
We took the field in the second half. We won the face off this time. We went down the field, shot the ball, and the goalie saved it. He threw the ball up to his forward right in front of me, and I stepped up and hit the kid to prevent him from getting the pass and scoring. When I hit him, he fell straight to the ground and I couldn’t see where the ball was. It bounced and went in the net. I was so embarrassed at that point.
With the rest of the basketball girls from the surrounding area, I began summer basketball camp. There was a basketball tournament where we played 4 games in one day. During the game an opponent stole the ball, so I chased her down the court. Once I reached her under their basket, I tripped over her foot, fell, and heard something snap. I was absolutely freaking out. The referees ran down to me. All I could say was “Something popped! Something popped!” I couldn’t bend my leg at the knee, it was scary. I was brought to the main lobby to walk it off. I couldn’t bend my leg for two weeks.
The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room
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
It was a dark and stormy winter night, and the whole town was watching the high school football championship. It was fourth quarter and the Cardinals and the Cougars were neck and neck. With only a few minutes left in the games and the two teams were tied. The band was louder than ever and the fans were screaming and chanting along with the cheerleaders.
I remember my junior year of basketball as if it were yesterday. To start, my coach Mr. Neal was pushing me harder than I have ever been pushed by any coach I have ever had. He was taking time to mold me into the leader of the team. See Mr. Neal was about 5’6, African American, very easy to relate to as well as he was very respected he just had this sort of presence about him as if he meant business and he was willing to do whatever was necessary to achieve his goals. It was his first year as a coach for our basketball program and coming off a very successful last year winning the championship he had a lot to live up to as a first year head coach for the team, as well as the team being mainly made of juniors myself included with also only 3
Being part of the basketball clique in high school helped me learn the intrapersonal and social communication skills I use today. As a child playing basketball was my favorite activity or hobby. It's also the way I met a lot of my good friends that I have now. All my close friends I have met. I have met them through playing basketball.. Whether they were on my team, the opposing team or just fans in the crowd who admired my play. Not only has basketball helped me gain friends, but basketball also taught me a lot about life. There are many aspects of life that coincide with basketball. For instance basketball is a team game and an individual game. Like in life you have to work together with other people. The communication skills I learned from basketball helped me communicate with friends, girlfriends, parents and bosses at work.
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
As years passed by, I played professionally for my school and for other basketball programs or camps. I strived to always be the best, which earned my first award, which happened to be MVP. The simple awards with my name, and the title was enough to stir a very strong emotion, whether it was happiness, relieve or a mixture of both, that moment just felt almost like the real thing. Everything that I have learned about basketball has brought me to that point, and that moment pushed me to continue to play basketball. Till this day, I would wonder what my life would be like without basketball, not only did help me grow as a person but it also left endless memories that will never be
I got to the dry and we did our pre game warmup and were ready for kickoff. On our first drive of the game I scored a touchdown and had about 30 rushing yards so I was off to a good start. On our ensuing drive, I got the handoff and was running down the field and got pushed to try and knock me down. I put my arm down to hold myself up and keep running and my body weight and force I had going down towards the ground was too much and I fell right on my arm.
When I was younger I loved to do anything physical, especially play basketball. I started playing at a pretty young age and I remember it like it was yesterday. Being so young and clumsy it was not an easy thing to learn. I stuck with playing basketball for a long time. Even though I played a lot of other sports, basketball was my favorite.
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.