Descriptive Essay On Basketball

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

My stomach twisted at the thought of losing when we pulled into the McDougal High School’s parking lot. I ran into the building where our coach taught us the new positions until it was time to play. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. I jumped up with my feet dangling off the ground and slapped the ball out of its orbit and ran down the court. I could feel my heart beating, I lurched to a screaming halt at the three point line and pushed the ball towards the basket. I shut my eyes hoping it would make it. I heard the ball drop to the ground and the crowd that was erupting with cheers, I opened my eyes and saw my teammates smiling. “That’s a girl!” my coach hollered as I ran towards the sideline and sat down on the bench. We ended up winning by 2 points after two overtime periods.

That day still feels like it was yesterday, that day was one of the greats, we were playing the undefeated team for the championship. Boy wasn't I excited, the park gym was packed to me it felt as if I was playing at Staples Center. Before tipoff I had all these thoughts and doubts running through my mind cause everybody in that gym was rooting for the other team. This game was close as we both fought for the title, there were many lead changes in the game who knew who was gonna come out on top. Clutch time, fourth quarter ten seconds left, tied game, the crowd is going wild as it felt like the building was about to collapse. My coach calls a timeout as I run towards the huddle I glance at the score tie game with ten seconds left we have a chance to prove everyone wrong. This was it, this is what he feels, this is why we practice, I knew I had to make this shot. As we set up in our positions that our coach had scribbled on his clipboard, the referee hands in the ball and we begin to run the play, as i struggle to get open I knew the clock was ticking I had no time to waste as soon as I catch that ball. Finally

The score was sixty-six to sixty-seven, West Point beating Oak Hill with two seconds left in the game. I snatched the ball from the guard with the time ticking down. The clock ticked to .5 seconds left. I unloaded the ball from half court. The ball sailed in mid air spiraling around with tons of backspin.  My shot was a miracle on hardwood!  It splashed like a soft rain drop trickling on concrete.  My team went bananas, jumping around as if they were fish looking for water.  It took me awhile to comprehend the shot, but figured out the feat I accomplished when I got off my crippled, bruised up knees.  I just won the first Oak Hill basketball National Championship in fifteen years on a half court heave.

I had to shoot two free throws. I swished the first free throw and second. There was 49 seconds left. I was so happy we had to play good defense, but at the same time I was nervous. I was trembling so much. I had butterflies in my stomach. They would not go away.

I pulled up to Templeton Middle school for basketball. I got in the gym the air smelling like rubber. I laced up my shoes and stepped on the old dusty court. I started dribbling my ball pounding it like a boxer's hands on a punching bag. I shot around getting warmed up and ready for practice. I took a few lazy jump shots not really trying. I ran to get my ball after a long drowsy rebound my feet squeaking on the slippery wood floors. I grabbed the ball feeling a stretch in my leg

The wistle blew and I stepped up to the free throw line loking at the players jostling, beads of sweat glistening on their necks like raindrops. Inhaling, I rose up and took the shot, tetering on the rim, it fell off. Screaming, I called for the ball and shot, arcing and missing by a lot. Wellpinit got the ball and ran up the court and got a nice jumper in before we could

It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon and we were setup to play against Moody Middle School for our final game. Our game was scheduled for 7 o’clock, but we got there at 5 to practice and to mentally prepare ourselves. I was eating some skittles and drinking Gatorade before our final game was going to start. In the tip-off, my friend Kailey was jumping to get the tip-off against a freakishly tall girl. When we first walked into the gym and saw her we were all stunned. They both jumped up and Kailey won the tip, I dribble up the court, passed it to my teammate Lyric, she goes up for the layup, and makes it for our first points of the game. On the next possession, Lyric has the ball, she passes it to me in the corner, I shoot for the three, I make it, and then the crowd goes wild.

As the referee blew the whistle, it was game time! My teammate were on her tip toes already in motion to jump, she jumped and smacked the ball before the other opponent could even get a chance to jump! The ball came my way and I dribbled the ball three times, crossed doubled between my legs two times, I lingered up, did the Lebron James basketball shake before I took my shot and put up

God fulfilled his promise to Abraham and the son’s of Israel had grown into a nation that was exceedingly numerous. However, pharaoh had forgotten Joseph, and began to impose hard physical labour on the Israelites. A boy named Moses (A Levite) was born during a decree from pharaoh to kill all of the baby Hebrew boys. Moses was delivered from death and was raised in the royal household. Moses fled to Midian after he killed an Egyptian taskmaster. After forty years of living in Midian God appeared to Moses in a burning bush and commanded him to return to Egypt to fulfill his promise to Abraham to deliver his people (The Israelites) to the promised land.

Score! “Lee County takes another point in the volleyball tournament” says the announcer. The team starts to fall apart as we lose our game towards Lee County High School home of the Lady Trojans. The score is 24-14 as we fall behind. While i’m sitting on the bench waiting to sub in with my other teammate I began to feel nervous. What if I mess up the game for everyone. “7 for 40 you may go.” says the Ref. I start to play with my hands which is a sign of me getting nervous about something. All the players in Lee County are very serious and aggressive, which is a good thing just not to the extent they are. The whistle begins to blow for the girl on the other team to serve the ball. Right when she hits the ball I noticed the ball was heading straight towards me “Mine mine mine!” I said. My arms extended out into the playing position and I passed the ball to Nicky which is our setter. The setter on the team has a hard position because they constantly hear us call for the setter to set us a ball to hit and they have to be able to get to the ball to receive a second hit. Unfortunately Lee County got the winning point to this game but the next time we play them we will have the winning point.

As I prepared for the free throw, I knew these would count more than any other. As I released the ball, the free throw felt perfect. The ball fell through the net with a nice sound . . . swish. With less than two seconds left in the game, I knew our team would at least get overtime. As I prepared for my second shot, the world got a little heavier. I released the ball with less confidence than the first shot, as the ball was slick with sweat. Yet, the result was the same . . . swish. With under two seconds left in the game, The Ascension Christian Lions were now up by one.

We swung the ball around the perimeter, and it came back to me. Eight seconds left I need to hit the shot. I took two dribbles left, and then my man came up to guard me, I gave him a crossover, and he was well off balanced. I basically fell, and I drove baseline, the clock was at two seconds. I saw a big man stepping up to contest my shot, I knew I had to be creative. I saw him ready to jump so I did a floater. I floated the ball high enough, so that it just went over his fingertips. The ball went off the rim, bounced twice, and went in. The buzzer sounded and we had won the game. I could feel the adrenaline and emotion from me and my team. I could see the blood, sweat, and tears from my team and the BC Bolts left on the court. What a moment, what a time, what a performance, what a

It was late December with snow sprinkling down from the clouds covering the roads. George was at morning practice for basketball prepping for the game he had the next night.

Basketball is one of the greatest and most sort after sports in the world. The fast-paced, up–tempo aspect of the game shift the players often like the values in the stock market. The game requires speed, quick thinking, agility, endurance and swift reaction towards the opponent. Since it is a popular sport, the love of the game led to the architecture of the American Airlines Arena. The Arena is home to an iconic basketball team by the name of Miami Heat. Whenever I travel to Miami, Florida, I always make it a point of attending a game. Upon entering the American Airlines Arena, the atmosphere is entirely in full anticipation of the season`s profound play.