I have never told any of my friends the real reason why I quit playing basketball. I have always just said that I was stopping because I would keep on jamming my fingers and that interfered with playing saxophone. While this does hold some truth, it doesn’t tell the whole truth. The issue was that some time during the freshman year I was starting to develop double vision (a condition where you see two of the same object). At first it wasn’t too bad since I was still to able to shoot pretty well but it started to progressively get worse and I blamed my shooting slump on my double vision. I scoured the internet for remedies but none of them worked. I decided to see multiple doctors about this issue and all of them just repeated a list of possible
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.
In ten years I would like to be a basketball player when I grow up. The reason why I want to be a basketball player. Is cause it is the best thing to do to me. The average basketball player get 5 million dollars a year. Being a basketball player is really fun.
I have throughout my whole life been playing sports. I still play basketball competitively and now it’s at the university level. Basketball though was not my first love when it came to playing sports. It has though become my true focus since junior high school. Coming from Canada everybody plays hockey. Its almost as if as soon as you learn to walk you learn how to skate. Whether it is at the recreation centre or at the shinny rink around the corner everyone plays. Eventually I abandoned hockey to play basketball which I have done so for the last twelve years of my life and hopefully a few more years into the future.
Frank Ocean stated "work hard in silence, and let success do the noise". On the other hand Leonardo Cortes said. "No pain, No gain, Shut up and train “. These two quotes are what motivate me to get the job of my dreams. The hardest, challenging job I’m going for is able to play in the NBA.
I started playing basketball in the fifth grade. In the fifth grade I was a quiet and shy little boy. I rarely talked to my teammates and kept to myself. As the years went by I learned how to communicate with my teammates and my coaches and began to break out of my shell so to speak. I started making more and more friends that also went to my junior high. Basketball helped me meet a lot of new people. By the time I left junior high I had already a core group of friends I hung out with that I met from playing basketball.
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 kept me and my friends connected we watch it and play it whenever we get the opportunity.
I don’t blame him, if I were in his shoes I would have no one come and talk to me. But something had happened that day, Coach Cartier, our head coach for the basketball team had talked Phillip into playing our last game in San Jose. He was very silent when he walked into 5th period that day. I guess he had thought this thru and just decided to play. But the way I see it, basketball wasn’t just a game for him.
When I was a little kid I would go onto my mom’s computer and I type “ESPN” into the search engine. NBA would pop on the top on the screen and I would click it. NBA is my favorite sport to watch. I would look at the teams that were scheduled to play that night. The thing that always interested me is the over-under of the game and the percent chance of which team that would win the game. The one thing that always confused me was who in the world can the calculate something like that. I always tried asking my dad about it, but it was always too complicated for me to understand. Nothing really in grade school math further explained my yearning for an answer to how people calculate a team’s chances of winning. My first two years of high
I will never forget the day where something as simple as basketball saved my life. It was February 4, 2014; it was the worst day of my life. My brother from another mother was gone faster than the brain could process.
I woke up on this cold Saturday morning not expecting that this would be one of the biggest days of my life. To be honest, I expected this to be my last day in the NBA for awhile. There are many teams that have gave me a chance and I have blew every single one of them. I have thought of giving up many times, but I am so involve with the game that I can’t and I have came so far. I have one last chance to prove everyone that I am where I should be. That chance is my game tonight against the nets. I better do the best I can to prepare, because I am considering tonight as my last chance.
I have always loved being around people and teaching people to play sports. But coaching was never something I considered until my freshman year of highschool. Throughout my school basketball career except seventh grade coaches have not given me an opportunity to prove myself despite my abilities. In their mind I was too small and that was all there was to it. In the summer of my freshman year I played on an AAU team,the coach was one of the only coaches that saw past my stature and gave me a chance. Since that summer college coaches and organizations have been paying me attention, I got to go to some elite camps and I realized if that coach had not given me the opportunity
If you were to ask my friends what I love to do, my guess is that the majority of them would come up with this reply, "He loves to play sports". Sports are a big part of my life, and if I had to choose my favorite sport to play it would have to be basketball. I couldn't imagine going a week without being able to touch a basketball, and I thought I would never have to. But on one summer afternoon, that all changed when I broke my leg. It left me on crutches for two months, and not being able to play basketball all that summer. At first I thought it wouldn't be so bad, getting all the attention and sympathy from everyone. However, after one game I soon realized that I would do just about anything to get rid of those horrible crutches and get back on the court.
Basketball is one of the interesting sports I have always wanted to engage myself even as a little child. It was a dream come true when I started playing basketball in my high school. Moreover, I was very good in it, and I became the team leader. Of course, I enjoyed every bite of the time I spent playing basketball. My participation in basketball, has had numerous effects on my life, and these are physical, personal and social.
I have always achieved good grades but when I found out that Sayler Park started a basketball team for the 8th grade, I raised my grades to straight A’s. My teachers saw that I started to be exceptional in the classroom and they told me to take the entrance test for Walnut Hills. I ended up taking the test and passing very easily and then I decided I would go to Walnut Hills. I am a freshman in Walnut Hills High School now and I love the school. My future would be very different if my dad never bought me my first basketball when I was very young. I wouldn’t have been able to start most of my friendships and I wouldn’t be going to Walnut Hills. I still have my first basketball but it has had a great deal of damage done to it now. Everytime I see a basketball I reminisce of the memories of my friends, my dad, my school, and most of all my childhood. Basketball taught me a life lesson and that lesson is the best friends you can have are the ones you share interests with. This has been verified by the friendships I made through the game of