Basketball-Personal Narrative

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The leaves flown by and drop in a summer morning. Hearing the ball bounce and swish in and out from the net. I 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 I play with them as a team, they will think me as a worthless or useless player.” My coach were very strict on positions on defense and …show more content…
At the park, I went out to practice so I can improve and become better at my weaknesses. However, those negative thoughts weighed me down as a thousand pound dropped on to me and was tempting me to give up. Then, my rage slowly stirred up as it was forming a giant storm. My confidence was struck down by lightning and my eyes were leaving rains of tears. Then, I went home carrying the emotional pain. A day later, my older brother came by and asked me, “Do you want to play basketball at the …show more content…
And then at last, we went through to the finals of the season. I came in excited and was prepared like I was ready to take a benchmark. The team was settled in their position waiting to hear a nick of a sound of the whistle. Then the whistle screamed, giving out a loud roar. The teams went rushing out, dribbling and passing around the ball. Finally, I checked the time and the buzzer was about to ring, I stopped to remember what my brother taught me. I went for the shot, then the ball spun slipping right into the net. The buzzer rang, the game was over, and we

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-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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Personal Narrative: The Basketball Team

government held a competition for the high school girls’ and boys’ basketball teams. So we basketball players had to go on stage and await further instructions. The boys and girls had to play a game of charades. Each team had a few minutes to act out the cards while the audience yelled out answers; the girls in the audience yelled answers for the girls’ basketball team and the boys in the audience yelled answers for the boys’ basketball team. The team who had the most cards answered correctly after five…

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Personal Narrative: B Is For Basketball

B is for Basketball My first year I ever played basketball was in 7th grade. Some of my friends always asked me to play, but I would always say no. So my 7th grade year came and basketball tryouts were not that far away and we were all outside for gym and some of my friends asked me to play and I said I would think about it. So about five minutes later we were all talking about the plays and practice and all of my friends kept saying how fun the games were. After we were all…

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Personal Narrative: B Is For Basketball

B is for basketball I was about 5 years old. I was in the backseat of the car with my brother sitting next to me. It was about 6 or 7 in the afternoon, and it was getting dark out. We were on our way to Oak Grove East to take my brother to bitty ball practice. When we got there, we walked him in, and sat down on the bleachers to watch him practice. That’s what we normally did, and I loved watching him practice, but after about 5 minutes later my dad said we should leave. I didn’t know why…

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