Personal Narrative Essay: The Boom Of The Basketball
The Boom of the Basketball
I have always love to play basketball. The swish when you make it just right,and the boom of the basketball hitting the floor “are sounds I love”. When I first started playing basketball, my mom and my couch Richard knew that I was expectational. I played with Richard for a few years, then one day he told us about this newspaper ad he saw for a team named “Eugene Fire”. My mom decided to check it out, so she called the coach, Jim. He said I probably won't make the team, but I believed I could. So I would try anyways.
It was the day that I would try out for the team. I was so nervous for the first practice because it would be new girls and the coach …show more content…
I started out on the bench because I was new.As I sat there and watched the girls I noticed there lighting speed, bolting up and down the court. Then it was finally time for me to go in. I could tell the other girls just clicked .Passing back and forth and making layups. Then there was me, the chicken with there head cut off. Well it wasn't that bad . Actually the coach said I did good , but that is how I interpreted the situation . We won the game 52-20 I was really happy but that was just the begin because it was a tournament there would be three more games.We won! We won! We one! Campions we were named. We got shirts and a trophy. That one tournament in Canby was only the being to victory after …show more content…
The team manager Tony made our team crumble she took girls and left. My basketball family was lessened just like that. We continued to play even without some of are key players ,but we still managed to pull off a win.Like cheetahs we run up and down the court , like frogs we jump stop ,like giraffes we reach the top of the hoop and dunk. We are one big happy family that continues to grow . Even after the loss of amazing
I have always love to play basketball. The swish when you make it just right,and the boom of the basketball hitting the floor “are sounds I love”. When I first started playing basketball, my mom and my couch Richard knew that I was expectational. I played with Richard for a few years, then one day he told us about this newspaper ad he saw for a team named “Eugene Fire”. My mom decided to check it out, so she called the coach, Jim. He said I probably won't make the team, but I believed I could. So I would try anyways.
It was the day that I would try out for the team. I was so nervous for the first practice because it would be new girls and the coach …show more content…
I started out on the bench because I was new.As I sat there and watched the girls I noticed there lighting speed, bolting up and down the court. Then it was finally time for me to go in. I could tell the other girls just clicked .Passing back and forth and making layups. Then there was me, the chicken with there head cut off. Well it wasn't that bad . Actually the coach said I did good , but that is how I interpreted the situation . We won the game 52-20 I was really happy but that was just the begin because it was a tournament there would be three more games.We won! We won! We one! Campions we were named. We got shirts and a trophy. That one tournament in Canby was only the being to victory after …show more content…
The team manager Tony made our team crumble she took girls and left. My basketball family was lessened just like that. We continued to play even without some of are key players ,but we still managed to pull off a win.Like cheetahs we run up and down the court , like frogs we jump stop ,like giraffes we reach the top of the hoop and dunk. We are one big happy family that continues to grow . Even after the loss of amazing