Personal Narrative Essay: Whittier's C Team

The second I landed I knew something was wrong. “Oh no,” I muttered, “Not this game.” Even though I tripped, hairline didn’t give me the call, but I didn’t care. His calls were awful the whole game, and I was focused on more pressing matters. Now that you’re confused and somewhat interested, let’s rewind and start a much-needed exposition. It was mid-February, Whittier’s C team was almost undefeated. Since it was past midseason, D team played first. I don’t remember if they won or not, but I’ll give you a summary. Lots of people running up and down the court missing layups. There were funny moments and there were epic battles for loose balls, but it was just as intense as any other basketball game. Once that game was done, the main attraction

“Look at that ref,” I whispered to Gerald, “Can you see his hairline? Because I can’t.” Gerald started laughing, and the hairline jokes began. “Me neither,” commented Gerald, “His hairline is worse than LeBron’s.” We made hairline jokes the entire D team game. He became the hairline ref, and became the most feared referee in all of officiating history. Once the D team game was done, we started warming up. We talked a little bit, but we didn’t really say anything very important. After we finished warming up, we went to center court to do the jump ball. Gerald was starting at point, Jayden was shooting guard, I was small forward, Keegan was power forward, and Destin was center. Destin won the jump, and I passed it to Gerald. “THREE!” Gerald called and immediately zipped me the

When I limped back on defense, I forgot to hide my injury.

When I walked passed the ref, I whispered, “This stupid hairline ref doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

He either ignored me or didn’t hear me. I think he ignored me because I said it loud enough for him to hear.

All of a sudden, I noticed Jayden walking over to the scorers table.

“Oh no,” I muttered, “Coach knows I sprained my ankle, I hope the ball doesn’t go out of bounds.

The next possession, a wild pass was thrown, and the ball sailed out of bounds. TWEET! The referee indicated that there was a sub.

Jayden walked in and said, “Garrett, you’re out.”

Sadly, I walked over to the bench and sat next to Reality, and I continued watching the game. Almost immediately after I was subbed out, Edison scored with 30.6 seconds left. We failed to score again. 25-26, 23.3 seconds left. Edison ran down the court with the intention of running the clock out, but they made a bad pass! Destin made it down the court before everyone else, and Jayden chucked him the ball! SWISH! “YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” yelled everyone on the bench. We all stood up and started cheering. There were 12.4 seconds left, we were up by one