My First Basketball Game By Sebastian Vettel

The game was about to start, walking onto the court, warming up and getting ready for tip-off, I had a huge amount of confidence before hand. The game had begun, although, as the game went on, I wasn’t doing as well as I would have liked. It seemed like I couldn’t hit a shot, neither could the entire team.Throughout the game, we were always down, we never lead at any

We got changed in the locker room, listening to music that would get our adrenaline pumping. The game started with a tip-off with us getting the ball and scoring on the first play, but so did the other team. The game was very close. We would score, they would score. No one ever got ahead by more than four points. At the end of the second quarter with ten seconds left, it was their ball and we were down by two. They did a nice play and a girl got a wide open three pointer. Then the buzzer went off and we all looked at our fuming coach and knew what was about to come at half time. You know that scene in the movie, “42” about Jackie Robinson, where the other teams coach is yelling at him saying rude things? And then there’s the heartbreakingly beautiful scene where Jackie goes into the dugout and breaks his bat and screams and cries. That’s what our halftime was like. The coach yelling and us wanting to scream and cry, but still we had determination to win this game. We came back out ready to play and immediately tied it back it up. The game kept going back and forth, until the fourth quarter with a minute left and us up by four. The other teams coach called a timeout and our coach gave us a speech about if we wanted to win, we needed teamwork. Teamwork just like Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers. We came back out and held the game at four points until the buzzer went

I played basketball from 3rd grade until 8th grade. I would work my butt off the whole time I remember the last game I ever played. We lost both of are biggest players. One went to play for another team at a different tournament and the other had been elbowed above the eye and had to go to the hospital for stitches. We did not have many kids left who were tall, so we had to push harder to try and win. Everyone wanted to give up because our biggest players were gone but I just wanted to give it all. I pressured the offense as much as I could, trying to steal the ball for a fast break because with my skills the best way for me to score was a lay-up. I would swat at any shot, dive at any loose ball, and throw myself into anywhere to keep it out of the other teams hands, but my team had already given up. Right then and there I was so disgusted that when the game was over I decide

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.

Soon as I got off the bus, I rushed into my house, threw my book bag and jacket off onto the floor and ran to my room to get dressed for my game. When I finished getting dressed, my teammates and I went over to my friend Josiah’s house and hung out for a little before the game. We went out to eat, played, joked and even played a little pick-up game on his hoop in front of his house. As we left to go to the game, inside the van I started to get more excited and more nervous. I plug in my headphones to block out the noise and to get hyped up for the game that we would be playing in just one more hour. When we arrive at Boo Williams Sport Complex, where we were going to be playing at, I saw a variety of teams playing and there were so many different basketball courts.Watching how good these teams were made me think about how good the teams we were going to be playing. After I got to thinking about it, I was extremely nervous to the point where I thought I was going to throw up. The gym smelled like a bunch of basketballs and sweat, it smelled very bad. As we walk to our court to warm up I finally get to see the team that we were playing, at first sight they didn’t look too good. After warming up, my coach calls the starting lineup and calls my name for it. At tip-off I got more and more confident the more I touched the ball. Only about three minutes in I shoot my first three pointer and it goes in. As the game comes to the end my coach names me the MVP and I finished the game with nine points and no turnovers, we beat the opposing team 37 to 21. Our jovial game ended as a big

The score was now 56-54, and the Spartans had lost their edge. Greg had gone into the game due to the injury of Johnny, and was having trouble finding his game. He missed some easy shots and turned the ball over three times. He felt so much pressure to help his team. The Spartans were now down 56-61, with 1 minute to go in the game. The game was intense and the crowd was going nuts. Greg made a nice pass to his teammate, and the score was cut to 3 points. The Spartans played a tough man to man defense and stopped the Cougars. There were 10 seconds left in the game and the clock was ticking down. Greg was behind the three point line in the corner. It was as if the play was in slow motion. Sharply, the ball was passed to Greg(4). Greg peaked at the clock and it was down to three seconds. He knew it was up to him. The defender closed in so tight that it blocked his vision to the basket. He got hit hard on the arm and threw the ball up in desperation. The ball flew out of his hands, hit the back of the rim, bounced eight feet in the air, and as the ball fell, it went swish, right through the hoop. Time had expired, and the game had been tied. Greg had to make the biggest free throw of his life. The crowd was screaming as loud as they could, hoping he would miss the shot. They sounded like wild animals. Greg heard none of this, he was determined(19). The free throw went up, banked off the glass perfectly, and went in the basket! The Spartans had won the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP! They rushed the court and lifted Greg up as a

The jump ball went to us the Elites, and I was at point guard position, while D 'angelo was at shooting guard. I passed the ball to him on a fast break and lead him to a nice two point slam. The game was close the whole game, but then finally the shot clock read twenty seconds. The Stars had the ball, and were coming down the court. All I would hear was the squeaking shoes from the sticky floor. There best shooter took a three point shot for the lead. He missed and D 'angelo got the rebound, which lead an outlet pass to me. I ran down the court dribbling with the clock at five seconds. I look to my left, and I

The 1st half of our game against Eagan didn't go so well, we were down 13-0 heading into the locker room at halftime. Losing the game was on everyone's mind considering we were on a 2 game losing streak, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I did my best to inspire my teammates and spark some energy for the 2nd half. I walked into the locker room and started physically lifting teammates heads up. During this time I was giving different thoughts of encouragement to different teammates, I could tell our starting quarterback was pretty upset after throwing a few interceptions and being scoreless up to this point. He was a sophomore, so knowing that I told him that there was no pressure on him, and that no matter how he played our team, the

My team took the field with high energy. Coming off of an injury and weeks of being sick, I was unable to be a starter that game. I tried my best to keep my spirits high as I cheered from the bench. The whistle blew, and the game began to unfold. I watched as

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

We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several

My team was playing in Denver at the Mountain Madness tournament, our last tournament of the year. It was the second day of the tournament and after suffering a loss earlier that morning, we really needed to play well if we wanted any chance at playing in the championship game the next day. I played for a

My brother gave me advice days after the game allowing me to shift my thinking as I was talking about quitting on basketball. He reminded me why I loved the sport and told me to use my defeats as fuel to improve my game. It didn't click until he connected it to the greats like Larry Bird and Michael Jordan explain how they kept pushing after they lost games and now they are hall of fame legends because they believe its always room for improvement by critiquing their craft. This shifted my mind into a growth mindset because it shaped how I view failure still to this day as room for improvement because even the best sometimes lose. It's all about keep pushing even when you feel like you can’t

I looked up at the scoreboard and the time read 8 minutes left. As I looked at the scoreboard I felt a jolt of energy enter my body. I had felt as if a fire was lit under me. My eyes opened as if I had just seen a ghost. I remember thinking to myself, “how can we lose this game?” I made a promise to myself that I would win 4 state titles while being at Battlefield High School. This was my sophomore year of high school and I had already won one state title, how could I give up now and let my dreams be crushed, I worked too hard for that to happen. In that moment I knew there was only one result I was going to walk off the field with, and that was with a win and another State Championship. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “My team needs energy. They need a leader.”

With my feet behind the three point line, I jumped into my shot form. As I felt the ball roll off my fingertips and into the air, i knew it was going in. As I began to descend back to the ground, admiring my shot the whole way down, my knee buckled forward and gave out. I felt every muscle fiber in my knee begin to stretch and snap like a bungee cord under too much tension. The burn of muscles tearing and ripping as I fall straight to the floor. Holding my knee, through all the comotion, I heard the snap of the net, the shot was good, and we had won the game.