Story About Basketball

Once upon a time in Chino Hills, California there was a family full of ballers coincedently owning the last name Ball. The three kids, Lonzo, Liangelo, and Lamelo were each magical on the court, and when you got them on the court together it was like poetry in motion. The way the brothers dished the ball amongst themselves, almost appearing as if they knew each other's very next move, was truly a pleasure to the eyes. As the boys continued to tear up their competition in a high scoring and fast-paced manner, their notoriety and fame continued to grow. It was very clear that the Ball boys were on a path of stardom.

From that day on, Wenyen tried to play basketball whenever he got the chance. In between classes he would run to the gym to get a few shots up with his friends. After school, when he was finished with most of his homework, he would walk to the local park with his brothers to play games. Wenyen went to that same court day after day for the next three years. It was obvious that Wenyen was getting better. There was no more passing the ball to the other team, no more dribbling the ball off of his feet, and each game he would score more and more points. While he was playing pick up one day with a couple of his friends, his friends started talking about the Mass Rivals. Mass Rivals was an elite AAU basketball club, that put a lot of kids into college,

His first game playing basketball he was nervous; his hands were sweating and his legs were shaking, almost as if he couldn't stand up at all. His teammates were trying to encourage him to not be so nervous and to just try to have fun.

Picking up the ball at 8 years old for the first time, I did not really have a love for basketball. However, when I saw how Kobe Bryant competed and played the sport,

As he began walking down the street, on a windy cold spring morning, passing through the violence and hearing the sounds of cats and dogs barking and meowing, he made his way to the school gym. The floors were as shiny as a bald person’s head. He wasn’t really into the whole tryout thing. He had a fear about breaking his ankles. After watching the famous basketball player Kevin Ware who landed on his right ankle and broke it, he was scared from then on.

DeAndre had just remembered he had basketball practise today. He has always been scared to go to practise because all the kids would make fun of him because he didn’t have all the great stuff like the other children.

The first game comes around, and Damian is going to work. Leaping with all his might, Dame throws down a rim shattering dunk. All the fans a hyped up for the next game, and at the next game, the gym is packed. Again, Dame is the starting point guard, he scores twenty-four points.

It all began on November 3, 2015 during my first middle school basketball tournament. The grey brick walls of the gymnasium looking more like a prison than a school. The school’s “Lincoln Park Elementary School” sign had graffiti and missed a couple letters from the name. The court was terribly small, but we began by playing the superb team of Jam on It. We were blown out and I headed back up to my mom and dad in the parent filled stands. The game wasn’t even fun to play and we looked like third graders playing them. I looked up to my parents as sad as could be.

The last time I was at a event was at the Marquette basketball game. When we arrived we walked in and showed the security guards our tickets. They ripped the paper part of the ticket off and tossed it into the garbage. It smelled like sweet nuts and body odor as we got past the first check. After, we started walking to our seats. We had to walk up a lot of stairs to get to our destination. When we got there and the people asked if we needed anything, we all said not at the moment but maybe in a little while. When I sat down, I saw a huge sea of blue and yellow Marquette jerseys and a couple red ones for the opposing team. There was 3 minutes until game time and they were flying around a large blimp with t-shirts looped to the bottom to drop.

It was the third day of camp. I remember feeling two towering presences. Every time I walked in I would see the owner (who was a six foot 8 former NBA player) and my friend's dad (who was six foot six). Every day before the camp was open Aiden would practice dribbling and shooting drills. That day there was a special celebration at the camp for a traditional knockout game for all of the kids. At this time, I was in fourth grade, so I had

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“Tommy wake up Gage and Henry just pulled up and you have practice in 40 minutes” mother said.

Within Hollywood’s movies depiction of drug addiction, many have failed to represent all true aspects that come along with such lifestyles. The movie, The Basketball Diaries, is based off a novel Jim Carroll wrote from his own diary entries. As a teenager growing up in the sixties, Carroll reveals his progression of drug abuse which eventually leads him addicted to heroin.Heroin is a white powder derived from morphine found in opium. It is commonly prescribed as a painkiller, but is also a popular street drug.The director casted Leonardo DiCaprio as Jimmy, and concentrates on creating the character as a stereotypical drug abuser. DiCaprio’s most captivating scene is when he is going through heroin

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It was the first day of tryouts in ninth grade and I was nervous out of my mind. I walked in the freshly lit gymnasium, with maroon bleachers and the roaring black panther mascot in the dead center of the court. The first game of tryouts and I stepped onto the court knowing that I should display my talent for scoring, passing, and defending. I made sure that talked on defense “Down Low, Cutter, I got two, One D, Baby J” and I made sure I said it enough where the coach heard me from the sidelines.