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We finished the season with one loss and we went into the tournament with our first game against Republic and we won pretty easy. We played against Bothwell in the final in Marquette. I was really nervous as I can remember and it was really hot in the gym. The game started and we were up by 4 at halftime. The second half started
We ended up playing in the championship game on Sunday. We played the Rising Stars. They were all just as talented as us so it all came down to whoever plays the hardest. We had a different starting lineup this game. Jack replaced Drew.
I learned the drills they ran and competition I had, so I worked hard and got a lot better. This year I was way more prepared so I did a lot better in tryouts.
“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,
That’s why it was hard at first is because I was used to the way my old teachers taught things and everything was so different for me. When I was little I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be. At first I wondered why I even tried out for the team because I had to be at the school for practice at six in the morning, Monday through Saturday. But I kept telling myself that change is good and that things might be hard but things will always work itself out no matter how hard it is. So to this day I’m so glad that I kept telling myself that
We all celebrate our exciting moment of victory, but months later the tryouts for the summer travel team would happen. The fun-filled first day was also nerve-wracking, but we all have each other like a family. Then, the next day of tryouts with starting sprints and stretching. Next, the contact portion - tackling with passing - came upon us faster than we thought. The first times through the drill went well, but it’s finally my turn after waiting in line.
I had the privilege of being on many teams that went on and won my first tournaments, and seasons, and even got my first ring from winning a state championship. Having this kind of experience, I met my future middle school coach, Woody Bolus, while practicing at the fields a few weeks before I would start middle school. I remember like it was yesterday, he told me I was looking good and to come out to tryouts in the spring strong. That one sentence alone drove me to go out and practice every single day until I made the team. The day of tryouts came rapidly, and although determined and ready as I could ever be, I was anxious.
We went to Lynse’s house, just to go over some of the materials we needed to know for tryouts. After Lynse’s, I was dropped off at my house. I practiced a little by myself and then went to bed. Next thing you know it's Sunday morning. Today was 1 P.M to whenever it was over.
After, the weekend of tryouts I went home from my dad’s house. That day I went to Walmart and bought a new basketball. I already had a basketball goal from my friend Dustin but he moved, and he lived across the street from me. Two weeks later, I went back to my dad’s house, and my dad and I went to the park to practice basketball.
I went through that try out thinking I had my spot secured. I did all the drills and kept up with everyone. When it was time to be called individually, I walked through a cut in the gym into a small room where Coach Joe, an older man who was the head coach for the freshman team, was with the assistant coach. I walked in with a smile on my face that only lasted about five seconds when all of a sudden I heard “we didn’t like you. Sorry.”
Sitting in the stands on a frigid January night as an eighth grader, I could not wait until the next November when I would finally have the opportunity to make the varsity squad. Basketball had always been apart of my life and being the gym was like being at home, so when next November came rolling around, I was ready. Being part of a team and getting to play in front of packed stands was something I could not wait for. Four years later, my high school career was complete. Some would wonder if winning conference three out of four years would be my favorite memory or if it would be scoring over one-thousand points, but truly my high school career was so much more than that.
We get into the gym and get our stuff on. Everyone is looking pretty tired as the other teams are full of excitement. RIght before our game coach says, “Everyone needs to get it togther and go 100% all of the time. “ and we respond by saying, “Coach, we can do this! “ We get on the court to play our first game we are looking a little better than before but not much.
I started to practice at my house—it was the only hoop available for me at the time. Everyday, I would go outside and just shoot as many shots as I can so, I could make my form better. A few weeks of practicing, I started to see progress in my form—I made more shots than usual. Since I thought I was getting better, I decided to ask my parents if they could put me in a basketball team. My parents agreed without any hesitation.
We lost the first game, but after that we won all the other games to go the championship. It was a team we played often and we knew they would bring competition to the field. We won the game and the tournament, the score was 10-4. They handed us the trophy and they said the next tournament was in Corpus. All the tournaments were every week, so when we got back home, we practiced Monday through Thursday.
The hard part was to find one that would give me a tryout. I ended up making a team called the Spanish town football club they weren’t the best but they taught me a lot about the game I spent a year there. My next task was to get on my prep school team who were ranked #7 in the whole nation at the time. I remember the night before open tryouts because all I was thinking about was me not making it. I was an only child
