Their middi gets the ball and sets up their play. The same play that always scores on us. They pass it around a lot and confuses up our defence then in the mist of it takes a shot. Down. Bonces.
It never matters whether the Cubbies win or lose, although it is nice when they win, it is about the experience of attending the game, in the greatest city in the World, with the best friends of your life. None of us will remember the various “plays of the game” that we saw, we will not remember the name of the outrageous fan we met at the Cubby Bear, but we will always
Got up and ready for school with the quickness, I was running around the house like a chicken with his head cut off, I was overly excited. Some way I was able to remember to wear my basketball warm up instead of my street clothes, but off to school I went. That day in school I really did not pay attention to anything any of my teachers where trying to teach. I walked around school with my pink headphones in; I was getting ready for my game. One day my name will be on the wall of fame or, maybe I was going to be on that winning team that brought the school a championship.
During these practices, I would often hear senior, Sammie Bane, say, “Oh my gosh, why are we still doing these same drills over and over again?” In response to that, Coach Rieckers would reply, “Do you want to go to state and earn respect from the community?” Growing up in a small town, everyone knew everything about each other. This was also the same concept when it came to sports at BCHS. Brownstown was always known for great volleyball, football, and boys’ basketball teams. These teams always went far into the tournament every year in strive to win a state championship title. The same was not known for the girls’ basketball team to achieve.
Death Scenario Lakesha Jackson May 11, 2015 PSY/225 Positive Psychology Instructor Claire Clifford This paper was really hard for me to write. It took me back to a time that I suffered the greatest loss in my life. It really hit home with me and brought back some suppressed memories that I did not want to recall. Although I have not been through this myself, I did lose seven family members to a house fire. Doing this paper brought back all the memories of hearing the cries and screams for help that they were shouting as they were burning to death, with no way out.
I was terrified. Shortly after Papa died momma grew ill too. It was the same thing the Papa had we could tell. We all knew that the time with her was going to be cut short. A Week after Papa died, Momma died too.
After swimming about a year after my injury and thinking that I was back to normal, I encountered a second shoulder injury. This is when I was torn apart. This devastated me knowing I just went though this setback before and now I had to do it all again. I wanted to give up more than anything. My coach was always there for me always telling me to
You feel like taking you sweater off? I was punishing someone, but it ended up being you. He collapsed the second his head hit the pillow. You and daddy had a sleepover? I told you that you could not stay over Do you think it might have been triggered by the anxiety of the baby?
It was only two hours after my summer basketball team played in a national qualifier for the Amateur Athletic Union. My shot was off and I needed more practice, so I went to the park to play and practice. I spotted my cocky and jealous friend with another team on the pick-up court, and I was determined to put him in his place. After a little while of playing, he had the ball at the top of the key and tried to cross me over. I tapped the ball in to the backcourt and raced down to the other basket, trying to beat the older guy who was late getting back on the previous play.
I love everything about the game: the sound of the net after a swish, crossing your opponent and finishing it with the pretty layup, the good feeling after making that three pointer, dribbling down the court, and just knowing the crowd is there to cheer you on; it all makes me happy. Even writing about the topic of basketball is exciting. Watching the game is also enjoyable, learning the many different techniques and methods you can use to trick or cross your opponent. Everyone has their own style in the game and I think it is exciting to watch. Being around other basketball players is where I feel at home.