My Last Shot Analysis

Holding the ball in my hands, sweat falling off my forehead like a waterfall into my eyes, I stare confidently at the gole, ready to shoot my first free throw. My teammates are lined up behind me at the half court line yelling words of encouragement. I shoot my first shot and the ball flies through the air. After what seems like years, it sinks in the rim with a loud swoosh, and the crowd erupts with loud cheers. My teammates rush up to me, high-fiving and telling me to end the game with this last shot. The game is tied and I have one more shot. The referee tosses me the ball and the gym falls silent. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I shoot the second shot. It rolls around the rim and falls in. The gym is alive with excitement.With 1 sec left on the clock our opponents inbound the ball and throws up a prayer that wa not answered. As the final buzzer sounds all my teammates are on their feet jumping and cheering, some crying with joy. We won the state championship! In the midst of all this, a strange thought enters my mind. Where would I be if I hadn’t been in basketball?
Back then the only thing I really wanted to do was run around, dribble a ball, and hang out with friends that did the same. Practices were all very basic, layups and dribbling drills, also there was some shooting and lots of running which is the same way i coach my 1st grade team today. When our season began, we went into the games just for fun. however, we started getting better and going into games with a NEVER LOSE attitude. And went through the season with 2 loses the first game and sadly the last witch was the championship. That night was the first night i ever cried over a game and honestly it was the last. Because crying never got me better practice