The Silverstars fifth grade basketball team had just finished our first game out of two. We won the first game, and was getting ready to play the Illinois Shock, a team we had always lost too. We did a brief warm up which included layups, and free throws. The buzzer made a screeching noise, then my mom, the head coach of the team, signaled her hand for us to come to the bench. We discussed the game plan, who was starting, and broke out.
“Silverstars on 3,” a team member shouted.
“1,2,3, Silverstars,” the team came together to yell.
The starters were Kylie, Abby, Taylor, Chloe, and myself. We discussed who we were guarding.
“Ky you do tip, and you got 14,” I remember myself saying.
The game continues to carry on. Our defense is beyond weak, and are failing to get a good shot off. We are reminded of this through the body language of are coaches, and the parents presenting their opinions vocally. The first quarter ends and the silverstars are already down.
The second quarter was going normal, we were still down, and fighting to get back. We were more than halfway through the eight minute quarter. Abby got fouled when attempting a lap up, which then gave her two free throw shots. I stood in between two Illinois Shock players on the right side of Abby.…show more content… After taking a moment for this to sink in, he started to wrap my left wrist in a tan bandage. The doctor then went on to explain the information about my wrist and how to take care of it. He gave me four small grape tablets and water to ease the pain. I tasted the fast acting drug as I put in one tablet at a time into my mouth. The doctor handed my mom two sheets of paper filled top to bottom about the fracture. The news that was the most dreadful was the part that I would find out how long I would be having a cast or more importantly how long I couldn't participate in
