Narrative Essay About Losing A Game
Losing a game is not half bad but, losing an entire season is disastrous. It takes a toll on one’s confidence and makes one lose their interest and ability in that certain sport. And that is exactly what happened to me during my eighth grade basketball season.
Although I wasn’t too good at basketball to begin with, I did have high hopes for our team. I believed my team and I could win conference that year, my last year at Glenside Middle School. We were a distinct group of kids from different cultures and ethnicities sharing only a common goal: the desire to win. But what did we know, we were just a bunch of eighth grade hormonal kids who did not believe in the impossible or the unattainable.
Despite all the high hopes and expectations, our season was over before it even began. Our season first began with a crucial home game, as this first game would set the tone for the entire season. I remember that it was a dark and cold, autumn afternoon and we were prepared to fight until the last second. We exited our locker room after a long pep talk from our coach Mr. Barton, who loved us greatly and had been coaching us for the past two …show more content…
And with that the referee signaled for the game to commence. We won the first possession by winning the jump ball. We then moved down the court and began to move the ball around and around and were unable to come up with anything. We choked in the first ten seconds of the game and were unable to do anything. Our coach immediately sensed trouble, and called for a timeout in just the first few seconds of the game. I believed that we had just broken a basketball record; we were now the fastest team to call timeout right after the first whistle. Our entire team felt embarrassed and ashamed, as we had let our coach and especially our fans (parents) down. Once the timeout was over, the opponent took us down and put us to shame. I do not even remember how much they beat us by but I know that it was more than thirty
Although I wasn’t too good at basketball to begin with, I did have high hopes for our team. I believed my team and I could win conference that year, my last year at Glenside Middle School. We were a distinct group of kids from different cultures and ethnicities sharing only a common goal: the desire to win. But what did we know, we were just a bunch of eighth grade hormonal kids who did not believe in the impossible or the unattainable.
Despite all the high hopes and expectations, our season was over before it even began. Our season first began with a crucial home game, as this first game would set the tone for the entire season. I remember that it was a dark and cold, autumn afternoon and we were prepared to fight until the last second. We exited our locker room after a long pep talk from our coach Mr. Barton, who loved us greatly and had been coaching us for the past two …show more content…
And with that the referee signaled for the game to commence. We won the first possession by winning the jump ball. We then moved down the court and began to move the ball around and around and were unable to come up with anything. We choked in the first ten seconds of the game and were unable to do anything. Our coach immediately sensed trouble, and called for a timeout in just the first few seconds of the game. I believed that we had just broken a basketball record; we were now the fastest team to call timeout right after the first whistle. Our entire team felt embarrassed and ashamed, as we had let our coach and especially our fans (parents) down. Once the timeout was over, the opponent took us down and put us to shame. I do not even remember how much they beat us by but I know that it was more than thirty