For The Love Of Basketball
Rolanda McPherson
February 6, 2015
Prof. Worley
English101.17
Literacy Narrative Essay
For the love of basketball
Sprinting down the court, I turn around and notice the large, orange, ball quickly approaching me! Panicking, I still managed to stretch my arms out to catch the ball. The ball touches my fingers then slips right through my hands! “Catch the ball before you shoot!” I can hear my angry coach yelling at me. I began to gain frustration and disappointment because I felt as if I failed my team again. I knew I was up for a rude awakening after my 5th turnover that game. Expectantly, I hear my coach say “Get her out of the game!” As I jog over to the bench, I look into the crowd at my dad, he has head is down as if he’s disappointed. I burst into tears. I’ve participated in volleyball, track, and cheerleading, but my dad has never supported me in any of those sports. The first event he has ever been to and I am embarrassing him. I felt like such a failure! I thought to myself, he would never come to another game.
Later that night, he walks into my room and gives me a pity look. He say’s, “It’s okay. You’ll get better. You just need a little more practice.” Hearing him say that not only shocked me but I also felt relieved. I knew that my dad still had faith in me.
My dad and I never really talked or showed any emotions toward each other. It was like we were strangers living in the same house. It wasn’t that we didn’t care for each other, we were just unsure of how to show affection towards one another.
I began playing basketball at the age of 9. I was quite taller than most of my peers, so several coaches had ask me to play for the team. The first team I committed to was the “Ladybugs”. Then Coach Roland, my dad, started a recreational team called the “Newcomers”. He gathered several girls in our neighborhood who were interested in playing to start a small team. With an exception of myself, the whole team was inexperienced in
February 6, 2015
Prof. Worley
English101.17
Literacy Narrative Essay
For the love of basketball
Sprinting down the court, I turn around and notice the large, orange, ball quickly approaching me! Panicking, I still managed to stretch my arms out to catch the ball. The ball touches my fingers then slips right through my hands! “Catch the ball before you shoot!” I can hear my angry coach yelling at me. I began to gain frustration and disappointment because I felt as if I failed my team again. I knew I was up for a rude awakening after my 5th turnover that game. Expectantly, I hear my coach say “Get her out of the game!” As I jog over to the bench, I look into the crowd at my dad, he has head is down as if he’s disappointed. I burst into tears. I’ve participated in volleyball, track, and cheerleading, but my dad has never supported me in any of those sports. The first event he has ever been to and I am embarrassing him. I felt like such a failure! I thought to myself, he would never come to another game.
Later that night, he walks into my room and gives me a pity look. He say’s, “It’s okay. You’ll get better. You just need a little more practice.” Hearing him say that not only shocked me but I also felt relieved. I knew that my dad still had faith in me.
My dad and I never really talked or showed any emotions toward each other. It was like we were strangers living in the same house. It wasn’t that we didn’t care for each other, we were just unsure of how to show affection towards one another.
I began playing basketball at the age of 9. I was quite taller than most of my peers, so several coaches had ask me to play for the team. The first team I committed to was the “Ladybugs”. Then Coach Roland, my dad, started a recreational team called the “Newcomers”. He gathered several girls in our neighborhood who were interested in playing to start a small team. With an exception of myself, the whole team was inexperienced in