“It is only a game” is a common saying I have heard several times in my life. However, it does not explain the crazy actions and immense passion I experience on the PIT floor for basketball games. These feelings reached a pinnacle point during my freshman year basketball game against our arch-rivals, the Bettendorf Bulldogs.
“If we can keep Bear from posting up and scoring, we should be win the game,” my friend Bryce analyzed.
I responded, “We will need to shoot the three ball to have a chance, Bettendorf is a really good team”. Conversations about the Bettendorf vs North Scott basketball game, like the one Bryce and I had, were debated, discussed and argued ever since the high school basketball season had started. The vaunted Bettendorf
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The doors opened and floods upon floods of people sprinted into the PIT like their lives depended on it. A huge surge of red, the theme for the game, flooded into the PIT like a glass of spilled wine. Entire sections of seats were taken in seconds, until not a single bench remained visible. The top row, standing room only, filled with people packed closer than elevator shafts, extended 8 or 9 people back. “Oh my goodness,” Bryce stuttered out, as his jaw fell almost the ground. “This has got to be a freshman game attendance record,” my teammates said. Our coach was even astonished, “I have never seen this building so packed.” I immediately stopped the drill I was doing and just watched. My eyes lit up wider than a kid in a candy shop who just received his allowance. Then the noise began to rattle the PIT into an environment of bedlam. I could no longer hear Bryce, who remained right next to me. The crowd brought life, a new feeling of excitement and anticipation, never before seen or experienced at the freshman basketball level. Our coach called us into the locker room, but I could not hear him, for the crowd was too loud and excited for me to focus on anything but them. As a result, I just stood and stared, amazed like a kid at Christmas or family seeing a skyscraper in a big city for the first
It was a hot, grueling day in my hometown of Midland, Texas. The temperature outside was one hundred and two degrees with about thirty percent humidity. As the final school bell rang to signal the end of the day, hundreds of students rushed outside into their vehicles to turn their air conditioning on. The football players all migrated towards their locker room. It was the beginning of hell for the Midland Lee Rebel Football
December 3 2015 was the Newton Railers seventh grade basketball team second away game. I was waiting all day for the basketball game it seemed like the day was endless. Finally 2:50 came up on the clock to let me know it was time to leave class and get ready to get on the bus. I got all my gear and got on the bus. I put my headphones on a got pumped for our game.
Diehm builds this credibility by not only giving out facts, but also by explaining the significance of these facts. These facts show that Diehm knows what she is talking about, this because Diehm uses quotes from the coach and other coaches in the team’s division to explain the team’s issues and successes from a non-views side. Using quotes from the coach shows the audience that Diehm is not just an avid viewer, but active in all that this basketball team does. Diehm also shows her expertise by describing facts rather than just stating them. When describing the point distribution across the 111-game streak, Diehm explains the significance of the “core four” players and what it means that they each have scored over a thousand points in the past 111 games.
One summer, there was a kid named Dean Gullberry and Dean liked to play the game of basketball. Dean would always go out to the river court and do what he does best. Dean had three best friends that he had always spent time with 24/7 playing basketball and just hanging out. His friends Ben Dover who lived across the street from Dean, Dixie Normous who Dean met at the river court but didn’t go to his school, and Jack Koffing who Dean met playing travel ball back at Compton. Dean Gullberry had always wanted to play in his city’s basketball league but people kept on saying that he wasn’t good enough, strong enough or big enough to be in the league.
It was a cool and crisp night as the clock wound down ‘til halftime at the homecoming game where the Slinger Owls took on the West Bend West Suns. The strong smell of the fresh burgers on the the propane grill lingered in the air while bugs were swarming around the lights that lit up the new turf field. The score was Slinger 14-7 and the clock was ticking down as I was anxiously waiting for the six-minute mark. I didn 't realize untill we got onto the field that that this band performance is the one that matters the most.
It seems as if the entire town is invited to fill the gym in order to reminisce about the past successes of Permian football and welcome in the new team. Current and new players are introduced one by one, their name and position called followed by the roar of probably more than 1,000 fans, all of whom are wondering which players will provide the winning combination for this year’s season. This chapter highlights the entire towns enthusiasm for the most important aspect of Odessa, High School
Sport-Purpose Reading Response “… The rules of sport provide each performer with a rare opportunity to concentrate all the energies of his being in one meaningful effort to perform task of his own choosing…” (Fraleigh 80). Watching Lebron James play in downtown Cleveland on a weeknight or weekend, this statement holds true, that fuels Lebron to play the great game of basketball. In the article sport-purpose Fraleigh discusses three concepts describing social, god, and history.
Sports are a great way to bring a community together. However, sports have more to offer than just being a fun activity and a way to hang with friends. Lewis Lapham is correct in his assertion that sports represents more than trivial games between winners and losers; sports are deceptive and offer the illusion of hope, innocence, as well as lightness triumphing over darkness. H.G. Bissinger shows how these illusions affect a town’s reality in his book Friday Night Lights.
The stadium was as packed as a can of sardines, with everyone smashed up against each other and not one seat left open. Many fans relaxed on the lawn just inside the vicinity, watching the game on the big screen while resting on blankets. Tons of people got lost on their way to their seats, the area was so large. Not even Louis and Clark could have found their way around without assistance. Just about everyone had come to see Navy’s last home football game against Southern Methodist University on Saturday at the stadium next to the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland.
In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”
The acoustics of this structure allow a person standing at one end of the court to be speaking in a natural voice to be heard by another person standing about 150 yards away at the other end of the ball court. The game was played by two opposing teams, one team was shadow and the other was light. At the end of the game, the losing team captain would be sacrificed.
In the poem, Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer, a baseball team from the town of Mudville was trailing their opponents 4-2 in the final inning of a game. The fans’ notions of the game’s outcome weren’t good because various players (Cooney and Borrows) were out at first base; and the next two players up to bat were seen as lousy. The third player in line to bat, however, was a star player of the team; Casey, on whom they would bet were he up to bat. To the audience’s pleasant surprise, the two lousy players (Flynn and Jimmy Blake) batted well and made it to second and third bases. The crowd was ecstatic that Casey was finally up and their team once more had a chance to win.
In “No-Win Situations”, Alfie Kohn recounts his view on competitive games. He begins the essay with a simple personal example: musical chairs and explains how the winner is out to make everyone else fail in order to be the winner. He also says that competition undermines self-esteem, poisons relationships, and holds individuals back from doing their best. Kohn claims that recreation is at its best when the goal is not to make everyone else fail and win, but to team up and reach a certain goal together. He uses an example of research conducted by Terry Orlick, a sports psychologist at the University of Ottawa, in order to support his claim.
Every muscles springs to life with every step taken that’s followed by a faint squeak echoing underneath my Adidas J Wall 1. Every step feels like dead weight that’s stuck in time while images washed across my brain over the tears shed last year and the hype of Kentucky’s unimaginable season up to now. Lights illuminate the hallway packed with every member that represents UW-Madison, but the only noise that’s expressed can be heard is the roar from the inside of Lucas Oil Stadium. Thousands of die-hard fans fill the entire room, yet they only appear like a sea of colors while patiently waiting for the announcer to begin. My mind draws a blank before rising slowly to make my way onto the freshly waxed hardwood floor.
Fans were tailgating, the band was playing 20 minutes before game started, and it was a huge stadium. We get in line facing an old blue shack turned to a ticket booth, while waiting in line, the bleachers were rocking, and the anticipation was at an all-time high for the first game at home for Hoggard of season is about to kick off. We get to the front of line and the kind old lady asked for $7 and once we gave her the last of the money our parents gave us, we entered through the chained link fence and walked around the track to the visitor side across the field. In the midst of us walking over to the visitor side, the Public Announcer comes on and says for everyone to remove all headgear to honor America. Hoggard’s ROTC brought out the American and North Carolina flag to midfield and all eyes were locked onto those beautiful flags, hands over hearts, as we listen to the band play the National Anthem.