“Are you really serious about basketball?” said my Dad “Yes Dad, I’m sure” I said “Then let’s call the coach” said Dad Then we called the coach and started going to practice. I made some friends and I had people on my team that I 've played against so it was kind of awkward at first but then we all became friends and a great team. The team consisted of me, Ali, Cole, Javion, Marquise,
“Why can’t we get into our freaking offense!?” This is all I really remember from Coach McKendrick at halftime last year against Niles North in what was a tough night for our basketball team. Prior to this, we beat New Trier at home and then went on the road and beat the pre-season unanimous vote to win conference, Highland Park, in our first conference game. Before the New Trier game, our game plan was simple: we were smaller, but faster, so we were going to run the court and make this is a fast pace game. We executed our gameplan, and we won.
My dad picked up the bamboo bat, threw the ball up in the air, and swung the bat. The ball went sailing over my head. I ran, and ran, and ran all the way to the ball. I picked up the ball and fired it to the cutoff man. “OW!!”
(Robert) Jason Finley Dr. Woode English-1113 18 June 2015 Fractured: How I Split My Skull Mere hours after my great-grandmother’s funeral service in the summer of 2008, I plummeted to the ground from a tree. The back of my head and my right shoulder landed on the lips of some concrete blocks. I had to go to an urgent care center as well as a hospital.
We were down by one and I hit the buzzer beater to win. I remember the feeling of the love I found for basketball right there. I can still picture how excited everyone was, and I can see Mr. Kim jumping around, until he realized he better get these 12 year olds under control. In the big picture, we only won a championship, but down deep it meant so much more. After that, I realized I can really work at this and have a lot of fun doing what I love.
Assuming this, I let down my guard and waited for him to catch it. Mid-reach, he suddenly decided to stop trying to catch the ball, and it made its way to my nose. I was bleeding profusely. My brother, seemingly complacent saw the pools of blood forming in my palms and sighed,
How In the 7th grade our basketball team was good, we had never played together and our chemistry came out pretty well. The first team we played was Derby, they’ve always been good in about every sport. We worked hard at practice every day leading up to Gameday. We won that game, in fact we won every game except for two in the regular season, we lost to Andover Central and Augusta. Then we had to play Derby in the championship, it was a hard fought game, but in the end, we lost by 3.
I've learned that you should never give up, and always try your best. My story started this year. I had just tried out for a competitive basketball league and I was very anxious because I didn't know what to expect at tryouts and what to expect if I made the team. I was scared I was going to mess or do something incorrect. I'd been playing basketball since the 2nd grade, so I was an experienced player.
It was 3 minutes left in the game and we were now down by five points. Our opponents had the ball and they missed their shot. So now it is ours and we are running down the court. I key of the court and the ball is being thrown towards me, I react quickly and grab the ball and score two points. Now we are down by 3.
As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh
When I am at home with my sisters we love to play basketball with me and shoot baskets with me. When we have a chance to play basketball we will normally play 2 on 1, pig, horse, or we will just shoot for fun. Incase you don't know what pig is it’s a game where someone shoot from a spot that they want to shoot from and if they make it then the other person has to shoot from there and if they make it they don't get a letter but if they miss it then they get a letter. It keeps going until you have g and you miss then you get two shots to make the shot that the other person made and if you miss, then you lose and that's pretty much what we play a lot of.
When I was a child, I did not necessarily have a favorite toy as if to say, but there one thing in particular that I always used to liked playing with. That one thing was Basketball, A child’s favorite toy is usually something a child would bring around with them all the time and would cherish. That's exactly what I would do with my basketball. That leathery-bumpy skin of the ball in hands while I would dribble diligently down the street, was one of the greatest feelings I had as a child. The squeaking of shoes on the court and the swish of the ball in the hoop was probably the second best thing about basketball.
How Competitive Sports is Beneficial Children at a young age have a lot of energy, To solve that problem, they are sometimes put into a competitive sports team. Many will disagree and say that this is unacceptable , while others say that it is beneficial. Children should be able to be put in sport teams because most children play sports as a passion,and it not only benefits them with being athletic and healthy, It's also favorable to children because only its a game, it also teaches children morals, and life lessons. One reason Children should be able to play sports, is that playing sports is beneficial to the kids health.
We decided to skip health class and go to gym with the other classes to play basketball. I have seen my friends skip health class before and get away with it; so I figured it would be a piece of cake for me. We all walked over to the gym and waited in the hallway for the gym teacher to unlock the locker room doors. Once the gym teacher came out to unlock the doors my friends and I walked into the locker room with the rest of the gym classes. I went over to my locker and beginned changing into my gym shorts I kept in my bookbag.
The Superb Soup This story took place about 2 years ago when I was in the geriatric wood crafted kitchen with my mom the day before our vacation. I decided to help her cook the luscious soup she was working on. She had made this soup before a series of times and it was one of my favorites. This was a period in my life when I was very fascinated by cooking. I often helped my mom cook and prepare.
