Personal Narrative: Basketball

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Nobody can admit “quitting” hasn’t approached the mind in an unbearable situation. The only risk you take is coping with the fact you’re unsuccessful. “Sorry coach, I can’t do this anymore” is nearly a five second conversation ending in disappointment. I was too determined to let those words wiggle out of my mouth. No question about it, basketball is my passion and has been for 9 years now. Stepping out onto the freshly waxed, light brown wooden court erases each little thing from my mind. I enter a second world, with the only worry being the game. By far, the junior basketball season was the most struggling time period I’ve encountered. The court intensified endless stress and worry in my life. My feelings toward the floor turned to anger and pain, practices became a drag, and the game never felt the same. …show more content…
Hearing those statistics, you might picture a dysfunctional team; nevertheless, my team has the fundamental skills down with common knowledge of basketball. The games escalated from nail bitters to parents dreading as the game started. Either someone on the team needed to score two more baskets or we were down thirty and the chances of a comeback were slim to none. No matter how close the victory was from our hands, we lacked the ability to finish the job. As the horn sounded for the start of the game, we walked confident and determined to play our hearts; once we reach the middle of the third, everyone in the stands could point out the players who were going through the motions rather than making their own plays. Motivation was lost along with

Basketball-Personal Narrative

repeatedly shot one by one trying to make it into the basket. Sometimes it reminds the first season of basketball when I stared at the basketball and hear the trees rustling as it was a crowd of people cheering for their own team. However, I wasn't the best in playing basketball in the first day when I practiced with the team. My team were more experienced and was a expert at playing basketball, since they can shoot and dribble very well. I replied to myself, “Man, I can’t play like them and if…

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Personal Narrative: The Basketball Team

The buzzer finally rang to signal the end of the girls’ varsity basketball game. I was looking into the gym through the window of the door, waiting to run in the gym to warm-up for the game. It was senior night so the gym was packed tight with people in the bleachers leaving hardly any seats left to watch the game. As soon as the girls cleared the gym, the seniors of the men’s basketball team were recognized and warmups began. This was a huge game for our team because we were playing Lincolnton…

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Personal Narrative: Playing Basketball

high school; playing basketball was the world to me. I would remember my family saying I’m going to make it big one day. Half way through the session I had a tar in my ACL (Anterior cruciate ligament) and had excess fluid in my left knee; I was out for the rest of the session. I couldn’t play my favorite sport in the world; which honestly killed me in the inside. I couldn’t walk and do simple things that I would like to do at the time. To start off, I couldn’t play basketball at all for the rest…

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Personal Narrative: Football And Basketball

about my job but by the time I was twelve I has already won over six hundred dollars in playing fantasy football and other football related games, When I was eight my father introduced me to sports, more specifically football and basketball. My family’s favorite basketball team, the Los Angeles Lakers, had won the 2009 NBA Finals and after this occurred I began to take more intertsest in sports. By the time I was ten the Lakers had began to lose my favorite players and were on a losing streak. When…

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Personal Narrative-Spring Basketball

While walking into my first day of spring basketball, all I could hear was the beating of my heart, janitor’s brooms sweeping, and basketballs pounding on the High School gym floor. Rushing through the doors hoping to find my friends from my previous team, none were in sight. And so my journey began…. As I laced up my Kobe mentality 9’s, my eyes were locked on the entrance. I was trembling with fear until my former teammate Jazzy walked in. Relief rushed through my body like the flowing of…

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Personal Narrative: The Sport Of Basketball

Basketball to me use to be just a game where you run up and down the court and shoot hoops. But it turned out to be so much more. When you are down and out and you need something to relieve stress. Just adding your stress to the ball and throwing it ate the goal is enough. Basketball was invented as an exercise for boys back in 1841. It was basically a stress reducer exercise. Basketball is a simple game to play you aim and you shoot, how hard is that? Some people may say well i don’t know how to…

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Personal Narrative: The Game Of Basketball

I believe basketball has made me into the person I am today and taught me many valuable lessons along the way. I have always been upset when people say,”basketball is just a game.” I believe that basketball is so much more than a game and if you listen, it can teach anyone a lot about anything. Having played and watched basketball all my life I was hooked at a very young age. I’ve always loved the game of basketball more than anything. The one thing I hate more than anything is losing. The…

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Personal Narrative-Time In Basketball

Swish “Timeout! Timeout!” my dad yelled with five seconds left in the fourth quarter of the basketball game. My team, the Stingers, who wore yellow, were down by 1 going into the timeout. My dad wrote down the play, which wasn’t much of a play, it was to give the ball to me. The other team was in a two-three zone, so our team had no problem passing the ball into play. There was no time to rest, no time to walk, no time to jog. As soon as the ball hit my fingertips I pushed it out in front of me…

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Personal Narrative: Varsity Basketball

Tonight was the night I had anxiously been waiting for. Many people doubted my abilities, but tonight was my time to prove them wrong. There had been a lot of controversy of having a Freshmen on the Varsity basketball team. It was discussed that I wasn’t ready for the speed of the game that there would be too much pressure on someone so young and lastly how it would affect my peers. How would the Senior girls react to having someone younger, playing over them? Against all odds, the coaches saw potential…

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The Basketball Game: Personal Narrative

The Basketball Game I believe it is important at some point, for Arnold to play with his old best friend, because they had very good friendship and memories that I do not think it will fade that ease. It does not matter whether Rowdy is enemy to Arnold because of the changing that happen in the schools. But the important thing that Arnold did was the way he was trying to show his little basketball talents to Rowdy. He was also willing to win the game, but unfortunately he got in to an accident that…

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