Descriptive Essay About Basketball

The adrenaline pumped through my veins. My heart was beating so loud and fast. There was the ball, held in the referee's hands, about to be thrown up into the air. I stood a few feet behind the boy on the opposite team, poised and ready to catch the ball when my teammate smacked it toward me. Oh, I was so nervous.

Suddenly the basketball hit my stomach with incredible force. It bounced off and rolled away on the floor to be picked up by the opposite team. The game had begun, and I had already dropped the ball. I hadn't even seen it flying toward me when I was looking straight at it. I stood there, shocked, as the other team scored the first points of the game, not even seeing what was going on. How could I have missed the ball?

"Come on, Alex! What are you doing? Get out here and play!" One of my teammates smacked into my shoulder as he shouted at me, bringing me back down to the ground. I glanced around, embarrassed, at the scoreboard. Two to zero -- we were losing at our last home game. As I scanned the gym to find the ball, I saw two of the boys, John and Brandon from the other team snickering in the corner as they watched my bewildered face. They always took pleasure in making everyone within sight as frustrated and jealous as possible.
He took me out of the game for a "little while" so we could "save my energy for when we really need it." I saw right through his poor attempt at enthusiasm and encouragement. The whole team was furious at me for losing the ball. I was angry at myself because I was playing poorly and had earned the name of the team loser. After the time-out, several boys on the other team that had been laughing at me marched haughtily onto the court. From my perspective, they are so full of themselves. John mouthed to me, "This is how it's done." Brandon flashed a bitter smile. I tried not to just hand victory over to them, but it was very difficult not to be furious. Eventually, I found myself scowling at the