Basketball Descriptive Writing
Eric Moore
Essay #1
#365
September 4, 2010
My eyes and ears open to the sound of chirping birds outside the dew covered window and my alarm buzzing behind my head. I sense that my room is still messed up from the night before after I threw my gym bag down from practice yesterday night. I stretch my arms and legs as I prepare to get out of my warm bed. I was so sore from practice it felt as if my muscles turned of and I couldn’t move for the whole time. I started to get the feeling back into my body and I put my hand against the cold alarm clock as I turn it off but it continues to buzz louder and louder. My knees crack, as I rest my feet onto my soft, cream colored floor. As I walk into my bathroom, sore from the night before, I stumble …show more content…
over my red Nike shoes that I left in the middle of my floor.
I look myself in the mirror as I wipe the sleepy out of my eyes and I put my hand to turn on the silver colored foist to wash my face and brush my teeth.
The warm sensation of water and the feel of the warm, soup covered rag that touches my face, after I smell the cinnamon on my gums it instantly woke me up. My muscles are still aching from the hard practice last night at the gym with my basketball teammates. We did defensive, offensive, and shooting drills for 3 hours straight. My mindset was cold, deep, dark, anxious, and a little bit nervous at this time. I am preparing myself for the most crucial game of my career, my first game. As I turn off the water and go back into my cold room to put on clothes. I hear my mother call from down stairs “Eric, What the hell are you doing you have to get ready to …show more content…
go!”
As I am walking down the stair looking, at the dark hallway in front of me.
I think to myself what will I do, how will I react, am I ready for what’s in store for me. As I try to sit down to eat the cereal that’s in front of me my mother lets me know that I don’t have enough time to eat and we have to leave now. I put on my black book bag that was sitting on the white and gold floor next to the living room. The bag is heavy from all the books I have to carry. Walking out into the cold dark garage at 7:15 in the morning.
I get into the car as I see the morning due out the passenger side window. Shivering as the cold air vents blow. I am still in my right mind set. I look at my mom, who is still sitting in the car and I tell her that I love her and close the door to the truck. Sitting in my classes I’m so ready because everyone is talking about going to the game and its going to be a hype game. “Eric, are you ready for tonight cause if you’re not you better get your ass ready” my friend Antonio says. I hear the whispers that we are going to lose and we suck as a basketball
team. The bell rings for our last class and it’s time to go home. Hearing everyone running down the stairs in the hallway next to me it’s like a stampede of bulls running in the streets of Mexico. I’m now at home lying in my bed that feels so soft and it’s comfortable the smell of cologne runs through my room. “ERIC! ITS TIME!” my mother calls to me as I am suddenly woken up. I race to gather all of my stuff together and get tripped up by all the cloths that lay on my cream colored floor. I get back into the truck to get ready for the time I been waiting on for a long time since my freshman year of high school at Liberty High School.
As I await the time of my day to shine in the spot light, I have to get dressed and prepare for the battle of my life. I put on my maroon and white shorts with my number 24 jersey that is just for me. I glance out at the crowd that is ahead of me as I peek out of the quiet locker room. All the seniors are there in the stands watching waiting on the team to come out. Hearing the loud roars of “1 0, 1 0” I get nerves. I go back into the locker room to pump up my team for the time we have been waiting for.
Essay #1
#365
September 4, 2010
My eyes and ears open to the sound of chirping birds outside the dew covered window and my alarm buzzing behind my head. I sense that my room is still messed up from the night before after I threw my gym bag down from practice yesterday night. I stretch my arms and legs as I prepare to get out of my warm bed. I was so sore from practice it felt as if my muscles turned of and I couldn’t move for the whole time. I started to get the feeling back into my body and I put my hand against the cold alarm clock as I turn it off but it continues to buzz louder and louder. My knees crack, as I rest my feet onto my soft, cream colored floor. As I walk into my bathroom, sore from the night before, I stumble …show more content…
over my red Nike shoes that I left in the middle of my floor.
I look myself in the mirror as I wipe the sleepy out of my eyes and I put my hand to turn on the silver colored foist to wash my face and brush my teeth.
The warm sensation of water and the feel of the warm, soup covered rag that touches my face, after I smell the cinnamon on my gums it instantly woke me up. My muscles are still aching from the hard practice last night at the gym with my basketball teammates. We did defensive, offensive, and shooting drills for 3 hours straight. My mindset was cold, deep, dark, anxious, and a little bit nervous at this time. I am preparing myself for the most crucial game of my career, my first game. As I turn off the water and go back into my cold room to put on clothes. I hear my mother call from down stairs “Eric, What the hell are you doing you have to get ready to …show more content…
go!”
As I am walking down the stair looking, at the dark hallway in front of me.
I think to myself what will I do, how will I react, am I ready for what’s in store for me. As I try to sit down to eat the cereal that’s in front of me my mother lets me know that I don’t have enough time to eat and we have to leave now. I put on my black book bag that was sitting on the white and gold floor next to the living room. The bag is heavy from all the books I have to carry. Walking out into the cold dark garage at 7:15 in the morning.
I get into the car as I see the morning due out the passenger side window. Shivering as the cold air vents blow. I am still in my right mind set. I look at my mom, who is still sitting in the car and I tell her that I love her and close the door to the truck. Sitting in my classes I’m so ready because everyone is talking about going to the game and its going to be a hype game. “Eric, are you ready for tonight cause if you’re not you better get your ass ready” my friend Antonio says. I hear the whispers that we are going to lose and we suck as a basketball
team. The bell rings for our last class and it’s time to go home. Hearing everyone running down the stairs in the hallway next to me it’s like a stampede of bulls running in the streets of Mexico. I’m now at home lying in my bed that feels so soft and it’s comfortable the smell of cologne runs through my room. “ERIC! ITS TIME!” my mother calls to me as I am suddenly woken up. I race to gather all of my stuff together and get tripped up by all the cloths that lay on my cream colored floor. I get back into the truck to get ready for the time I been waiting on for a long time since my freshman year of high school at Liberty High School.
As I await the time of my day to shine in the spot light, I have to get dressed and prepare for the battle of my life. I put on my maroon and white shorts with my number 24 jersey that is just for me. I glance out at the crowd that is ahead of me as I peek out of the quiet locker room. All the seniors are there in the stands watching waiting on the team to come out. Hearing the loud roars of “1 0, 1 0” I get nerves. I go back into the locker room to pump up my team for the time we have been waiting for.