Narrative Essay On Basketball

A warm summer day, with the light breeze tingling my delicate skin, as I try to make a swish in basketball, and I barely sink it with the feeling of relief in my eyes, but yet no one even bothered to care. In fact, everyone seemed disappointed rather than being in any way supportive, mainly because I had shot in about five areas where it was completely possible to make a basket, and the odds were also in my favor because of the lack of players actually trying to play a defensive game and missed all of the baskets coherently. I funnily attempted to blame the breeze and got laughed at even more, and I clung onto the ball and violently threw it as hard as, aiming directly for Alex’s face. When I was younger than I am now, I use to hang out …show more content…
During that game, I tried so hard to sink multiple basketballs, but my aim was really off, and I even hit the backboard, as impossible as it sounds, and it rolled and I tripped on it. I also threw it and hit the physical basket, and the basket reflected the ball and I got hit in the face, as well. Everyone on my team was either playing “defence”, or being bodybags that Alex would just tackle. The next day, he asked me “do you want to play today?”, and I just sort of gave up, because of how we would never win. I played with him a boatload more, to a point where is a natural instinct for me to just walk to the court, and I got a bit better, but never as good as him. We decided to play a bit more basketball as everybody left, as in 1 on 1 because our parents were always late, and we actually had fun. He went a bit easier on me, but he still won by a mile. Granted, it was still fun. Our basketball was pretty flat from all the usage, so I blamed it on that since I was really bad at basketball myself. I do like basketball but I’m just bad at it naturally. We actually did have fun for that portion of time that we played together, because of how dull it was playing 5 on 5 with the teams being completely

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