My heart won’t stop racing, I don’t know why and, My eyesight starting to fade away slowly like I had glaucoma. All the surrounding noise around me by the crowd had me going deaf, then I started to sweat from all the pressure around me like a morning workout. I was zoning out of nowhere, and then I started to realize I was nervous as heck. The crowd started to go wild when the announcers started to announce the starting five for each team. That’s the pressure I get every game I played that year of my freshmen year in my high school basketball games. I loved playing freshman basketball because the road trips we went to together. the thrill you get out of the games we played and lastly the team was like a family to me.…
Michael loved playing sports and was determined to play basketball at the local high school. His sophomore year he was so anxious to try out. He soon…
Before Marvin’s game his dad, Mr. Whalen, asked Marvin if he wanted a ride down to the school and Marvin then replied with “No. Thanks, Dad, but no. It’ll do me good to run down there.” (435) This act shows how Marvin is not lazy and knows how to prepare for the game. In addition to warming up he rests, he also knows what to eat and how much. Mrs. Whalen was nervous that her husband, Mr. Whalen, would end up getting caught in the excitement of the game. He promised her that he wouldn’t. When they got to the game, Mr. Whalen eyed the big center before the game started. During the game the big center would not stop fouling Marvin and, “again the big center fouled Marvin.” (439) This act could cause Marvin to get seriously injured, but instead he ignores it and takes his shots. The big center’s dad was speaking harshly about Marvin and saying Marvin should get called instead of his son, Guido. Ironically Mr. Whalen, “who talked long and seriously to Marvin about sportsmanship,” (433) ends up getting into a brawl at one of Marvin’s basketball game over this. Right before this had happened Mr. Whalen’s wife told him that he should go take a smoke because he was getting too excited, and she was trying to help him relax. Unfortunately Guido’s dad caught him at the wrong time. At the end of the fight the principle talked…
The author is trying to get at a person who had a passion for the sport basketball, which he failed at doing at first but kept on trying and eventually succeeded. In the reading, it shows us the there was no one around. He talks about the different experiences he has had with basketball and how it has changed him. Some of the experiences that he includes is that he saw some of the good basketball players made poor choices off the court, which led them to death. He feels he has learned from those mistakes that being good at can give you many other distractions off the court. character that he had to make it a goal to go division 1 for basketball. If he did not meet the goal of going division 1, one then he would at least know that he gave it…
McLaurin struggled as he crossed the threshold from boyhood into manhood, especially in terms of dealing with the blacks in the tiny town of Wade. In the beginning of the novel, McLaurin talks about how he experienced his first realization of how he was different than his fellow black peers. McLaurin started playing a pickup game of basketball with the white and black children in the neighborhood. The children paid no mind to color when it came to sports, but especially during their youth. McLaurin headed to his grandfathers shop to put air in the second hand basketball they tended to play with. He brought along two of the black players because filling up a basketball with air was more than a one man project. McLaurin was frustrated after his friend Bobo failed to fill the ball with enough air once he put the needle that was required into his mouth. McLaurin placed the same needle in his mouth and was instantly overcome with emotion. "The realization transformed my prejudices into a physically painful experience. Such actions…
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice and quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.…
For as long as I remember, I have been raised with a basketball hoop. This hoop stood firmly, looking down at the trees secured by patches of cement in my backyard, in my neighborhood, Dorchester. This hoop was my center of faith and tranquility surrounded by gunfires, shattering windows, car alarms. As a girl, I learned not to adventure any place else other than this hoop because going beyond its faded lines on the concrete is an unknown world full of hazards and danger. And when I did cross these seraphic lines, I could sense the bittersweet emotions running throughout the neighborhood, my home.…
For as long as I can remember there has always been one thing in my head that I can't get…
The vibration of the basketball hitting the ground is the best feeling the world. Light was shining through the humongous windows onto the worn out gym floor like a flash light. The other teams jerseys were as red as a rose...and as red as the blood pouring out of my mouth. Thats a good story. I am here to tell you about it.…
The Summer of 2014, I was a rising freshman in high school. My goal was to make the varsity basketball team as a freshman. Tryouts came along and I played JV over the summer. As I kept working during the summer and fall, the winter regular season tryouts came. I was determined to make the Varsity roster. I tried my best during tryouts, two days later the rosters came out. I read on the website, "Hunter Patterson JV." I was disappointed but knew that the coach thought that was the best fit for me.…
My first time playing basketball was kind of scary because i thought i sucked at basketball, but i wasn't going to be bad at all my coach said. He actually said i would be pretty good. My first game was a different story i had to face some 6 foot giant in the paint. We were all in 5th grade i don't know what they were feeding that kid. He was eating little kids or something.…
In my sophomore year of high school I was faced with adversity on the basketball team. The coaches showed a lot of favoritism and I was not one of their players they favored. They would put me in positions to fail, like placing me as a Center when I was more suited to play Small Forward or Power Forward. They expected me to not perform well and wanted to punish me and take playing time away, but instead I worked hard and performed well enough that they could not afford to keep me on the sidelines. When I was playing in the game if I did anything wrong, something so small that it is hardly even considered a fault, my coach would pull me out of the game and yell at me. When someone else did the same thing or something worse, he would pat them on the back and tell them "You'll do better next time," or he would completely ignore it and not say a word.…
The thrill of the ball rolling off my fingers, my cleats digging in the ground, and the next sound I heard was, “Strike 3, you’re out!” As I walked back to the dugout, and my teammates high-fiving each other, our coach, said we needed to score 2 more runs to win the game, 10 minutes later, we were celebrating, that we won the last game of the season.…
It was her very first basketball game. Chase came with me to, my older brother, Nate’s basketball game. We arrived just as the Chelsea Hornets were getting ready. The warmth of the gym wrapped around our bodies, and the scent of teenage boy sweat filled our nostrils, making me almost retch. Chase sounded very excited when she asked me, “Where should we sit?” As any normal little girl would do, we both raced each other to the top of the blue high school bleachers and sat down in sync. My mom, little brother, Soren, and older sister, Lexi, followed behind the two of us while Nate ran out to the court to join his Chelsea Hornet basketball buddies. The game went on with the Hornets losing by seven points. Moms among the crowd were yelling about unjust fouls made towards their team.…
“Good Luck , David” said my mom and my sister. It was finally the day that I was going to tryout to make the “A” team of the NJ Avalanche. I worked as hard as an ant all year, I took hockey lessons before school, and afterschool, till 11 o’clock.. I started hockey because of my friend, which he introduced me to hockey, which then I was interested in playing hockey. Today, I have to go to the Ice House to attend the tryout at 7 o'clock.. I knew I could do it, but on the other hand, I was thinking about what is going to happen if I do not make the team. I had to keep telling myself that I can do it and that I will make the team.…