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The buzzer going off, the crowd cheering, for the first time in school history, Trinty Clinton Township are state chapions. That team made history, acheiving far more than what any spartan was thought possible, but this team accomplished far more than a state championship. There has been Trinity greats that have made a mark in the Trinity basketball program history. I knew, this being my last year at trinity, that I had had mighty big shoes to fill if I also wanted to make a perminet mark at trinity. "The differance between successful people and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather in a lack of will"- Vince Lambardi.
The time I almost got cut from the basketball team.the first day of tryouts I didn’t come because I didn’t have my physical at the time.but when I got it I was there and lots of people were and only fifteen could qualify. On the first day all we had to do was shoot and show our form. But we did do something a little fun you had to get a partner and perform some moves on him. So the coach said “go” me and my partner which was Robert.
“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.
Than, I felt a whole lot of pressure on my shoulders. This question can be difficult to answer under any circumstance, but I found it intensely challenging when you had your hand wrapped in a ten-pound cast. I had a minor volleyball accident during the first month of my last high school season that caused me to not be able to play for almost half the season, which was a downfall for my teammates and me. However, the injury may have done one positive thing… it helped me figure out what I wanted to do in life.
That day I tore my Anterior Crucial Ligament in my left knee. This injury not only meant that I could not play volleyball from 6 to 9 months, it meant that I would have to get surgery to fix it. This was devastating to me because volleyball has been my entire life for as long as I can remember. I have been working my whole life to be the best that I can be at it. However, having this injury prevented me from being able to get better at volleyball.
Throughout my years of participating in high school basketball, I have overcome many challenges. My freshmen year, basketball started in a way I never expected. Continuing on, I understood the real meaning of hard work, and what it takes. Lessons I learned in basketball will carry on throughout my life, helping me to become a successful adult.
Everyday people have the opportunity to determine and construct their own decisions and fulfill personal desires. People don 't control their fate, however their destiny lies within their own hands. Believing in fate means supernatural power beyond your control predetermines your life. Ambition and effort towards your goal will determine the outcome of your future. Through experience I 've conquered and obtained my long term goal of playing collegiate level basketball.
Everything is Earned My eyes intensively scanned the computer screen, looking for my name on the roster. I checked, then doubled checked, then triple checked… it wasn’t there. A wave of sadness and frustration overtook me, and I began to cry. I was cut from the team.
It was the big day. The last time our whole basketball team would play for the Gold Crown League. The last day our team would be an actual team. My whole basketball team had been working our hardest to improve 4 years to make it into the final championship round in Gold Crown basketball. This final year we were determined to do anything in our power to make it to the final championship round.
Everyone knows I’m not the best player on the team, but at least I made the team right? Wrong just because I’m at every single practice, I attend every game, doesn’t mean we are all seen the same. They are better than me, they show me all the time. I know the girl’s basketball team doesn’t always see me as a teammate, half of the time I don’t view myself as one because of the lack of playing time I have.
As a kid, there was nothing better than going outside on a fall evening, as the leaves from trees are falling, becoming empty with football in your hands. I couldn’t live without football. I could remember myself wearing one of the many NFL jerseys I had, going out into my huge yard, and pretended I was out there in front of millions playing the game I loved. Scoring touchdowns, intercepting the quarterback, and being apart of team were the greatest things I looked forward to. But as my flag football and YSF career ended, I wanted a change.
The sheer shriek of the whistle sounded over the silence of the gym. “Everyone on the line; 8 and 30!” Coach McMahon roared from the top of his lungs like a mountain lion. We sulked to the line for the cruelest of all punishments; this is only the beginning of my high school basketball career.
My insides were pounding as my damp crimson jersey clung to my breast from sweat. My head hung low with sweat dripping to the ground, while I was anxiously waiting for the officials to make the call. This hard fought match was on brink of its end, and this next call could determine the victor. All at once the gym went silent as the referee made his call. “Shooting foul on #22, green.”
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.
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.
