Descriptive Essay

Only available on StudyMode
  • Download(s) : 328
  • Published : February 21, 2011
Open Document
Text Preview
Elite Eight

When I was a sophomore in high school our basketball team made a good run into tournaments landing us in the elite eight final games. This had been the first time since 1970’s that any Rittman basketball team had made it that far in the tournaments, everyone in our town was excited for us and came to cheer us on.

On the day of our tournament game we had a pep rally at the High School, everyone in town was invited, families, friends, anyone who wanted to come support us in this huge game. The sound of the cheers echoed through the halls like yodelers shouting off of mountain tops. During the pep rally the cheerleaders did many cheers and everyone in the gym joined in on them, making the hairs stand up on each and everyone’s necks. After the pep rally it was time to get on the bus and head to Canton for our game.

The parents of all us basketball players decorated the bus with red, black and white ribbons and shiny balloons. Everyone in town followed the bus to the game screaming and yelling out their car windows. The sound of loud honking spread throughout the whole town as we headed off to the game.

When we arrived at the gymnasium everyone was so excited to get dressed and warm up on the big court. When I stepped out onto the floor I just stopped and took a look around to take it all in. I could smell the most buttery salty popcorn you could imagine lingering through the air. I could hear the sound of cheering and laughing from end to end of the court coming from all the fans. Everywhere I looked I saw the most vibrant colors of red spread out across the bleachers, fans from my hometown coming to show their support. It was so close to game time I could feel the rush going over my body, sweating heavily and anxious to get that first bucket.

When the game started it was the most amazing feeling that I have ever felt. The sound in the gym reminded me of standing right next to a train it was so loud. When you were on one end of the court...
tracking img