Personal Narrative: My First Basketball Game

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It was the fourth quarter in my last home game of the season. My team and I were down by 2. As I dribbled the ball down the court, I looked to my left. No one was open. My eyes quickly shifted to the right, and once again, no one was oppen. I stood dribbling out front, looking at the entire court, waiting for my teammates to move. My eyes glanced at the clock, noticing that there was only 10 seconds left. I heard the many screams of the crowd. Some telling me to shoot, pass, or drive. My coach was yelling out a play on the sideline. All of these voices were running through my mind. My team and I tried to run the play my coach wanted, but we were unsuccessful. I looked at the clock again and saw 6… 5… 4… I quickly dribbled by the screen, and I had an open 3. I took a quick glance at the clock and saw 3… 2… 1… “Hey all Day, I saw your game yesterday”, Ben shouted across the gym as I entered it. “I know what you're going to say, I should have taken that last shot and not tried to pass it”, I replied. I walked into the gym at my …show more content…
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