Why I Love Basketball
In my free time, I enjoy a plethora of activities but I have come to the conclusion
that basketball is my all-time favorite pastime. Watching the sport
on television is just as enjoyable as playing it. Strangely, basketball has
always seemed to permeate my life in one way or another. Sometimes, I feel like
I was born to dream, live, and even sleep thinking about basketball. Basketball
is such an amazing sport and I cannot fathom living in a world in which the
sport did not exist. Nonetheless, basketball has impacted my life in such a
phenomenally positive way and definitely has molded me into the individual that
I am glad to be.
When I was about the age of 7 years old, I began playing basketball for the
city in which I resided. My parents had tried soccer, t-ball, swimming, and
even hockey but I was not interested at all. Basketball captured my heart. I
loved learning the defensive and offensive plays. When I played offense and
actually had the ball while dribbling down the court, I became unstoppable and
nobody could touch me. Adrenaline set in and nobody could stand in my way. Of
course I was on cloud nine when I shot a basket and actually made it. My
parents were always so supportive and cheered for my every move. They were
always so proud of me. I scored many points game after game. I was often the
MVP during the majority of my games during my early basketball
experiences. Also, my coaches loved me because I was definitely a true team
player and not a ball hogger. Game after game, I always felt so elated because I
was always able to contribute to my team in a positive way no matter if we won
or lost the games. However, it was always a much better feeling to win a game
than to lose as a young child.
As I became older, my experiences with basketball blossomed even further.
I played on a traveling/club team. Our team name was the Gym Rates. We played
in local tournaments and even some
that basketball is my all-time favorite pastime. Watching the sport
on television is just as enjoyable as playing it. Strangely, basketball has
always seemed to permeate my life in one way or another. Sometimes, I feel like
I was born to dream, live, and even sleep thinking about basketball. Basketball
is such an amazing sport and I cannot fathom living in a world in which the
sport did not exist. Nonetheless, basketball has impacted my life in such a
phenomenally positive way and definitely has molded me into the individual that
I am glad to be.
When I was about the age of 7 years old, I began playing basketball for the
city in which I resided. My parents had tried soccer, t-ball, swimming, and
even hockey but I was not interested at all. Basketball captured my heart. I
loved learning the defensive and offensive plays. When I played offense and
actually had the ball while dribbling down the court, I became unstoppable and
nobody could touch me. Adrenaline set in and nobody could stand in my way. Of
course I was on cloud nine when I shot a basket and actually made it. My
parents were always so supportive and cheered for my every move. They were
always so proud of me. I scored many points game after game. I was often the
MVP during the majority of my games during my early basketball
experiences. Also, my coaches loved me because I was definitely a true team
player and not a ball hogger. Game after game, I always felt so elated because I
was always able to contribute to my team in a positive way no matter if we won
or lost the games. However, it was always a much better feeling to win a game
than to lose as a young child.
As I became older, my experiences with basketball blossomed even further.
I played on a traveling/club team. Our team name was the Gym Rates. We played
in local tournaments and even some