Personal Narrative: New Jersey State Basketball Coach

Sweat dripped of my face as the third quarter came to an end. Fatigue in my muscles made every step feel like climbing a flight of stairs. My body ached when I heard the loud horn, signifying the end of the quarter. “Hurry in. C'mon C’mon” screamed my coach hurrying to give us wisdom on what to do in our situation. We were up twelve with the final quarter the only thing keeping us—Rocky River High School— away from the title of New Jersey State Basketball Champions. Our team had been favorites to win in three out of my fours years of starting as the high school shooting guard. Our previous seasons had ended in disappointment from our captain getting injured; to losing the last year in a pitiful fashion, not making it to the playoffs. This year was the year. Our team had no injuries and the momentum of dominating opponents on our side. The coach had some words for us in the final planned stoppage of play; his words of wisdom were,
“don’t give up, take a chance, and play your hardest.” Our team walked out of the locker room,
Then the ball was passed to me. I dribbled the ball to the three point line. I hesitated with the shot.
I heard a scream from the sideline my coach told me “Shoot the DANG BALL!”
I hurried up and heaved the ball towards the basket. Time became slow motion as my heart pounded rapidly, and my stomach did somersaults. The ball soared through the air before bouncing of the backboard. The ball fell through the basket like a feather.
The entire gymnasium roared as the die-hard fans rushed onto the court to congratulates us. My fellow teammates rushed to me with sweaty hugs, as my mind took pictures of the event so this memory would be engraved in me for the rest of my life. Lastly, my family rushed in to congratulate me them being almost as happy we won as I was happy we