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Personal Narrative: Winning The Game In A Basketball Game

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On a hot, sunny day of June I went to the park and played in a 5 on 5 basketball tournament with a few friends I have been playing basketball with since the 3rd grade. We didn’t have many people with height our tallest guy was just about 6’2 but that didn’t stop us from setting a goal to win this tournament and show no weakness to the other teams. We had the talent, the heart, and the discipline to push ourselves and to try and win this tournament. We started warming up on half of the court while our first competitors in the orange jerseys warmed up on the other half, the official finally blew the whistle and told us to get our starting 5 ready and on the court. Marcus at shooting guard, Montez at small forward, Chris at power forward, Josh …show more content…

At the start of the 4th quarter the game was tied at 56, we bring the ball down the court and saw the defense in a 2-3 zone I knew if I passed the ball to the corners or in the post they were going to trap, I dribbled up to the 3pt line and faked a pass to Tez, the defense started shifting to the left thinking I passed the ball and I shot the 3 ball and listened as it ripped through the net and listened to the crowd get hype. With 1 minute left in the 4th quarter the game is tied at 68 and the orange team has the ball, dribbling the ball trying to waste some time, the point guard starts to dribble between his legs and tries to hit me with an in and out move but he tripped over his shoe and lost the ball, I sprinted to the loose and hustled down the court for the easy layup with 10 seconds left in the quarter. As my team running to get back on defense the orange team calls a time

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