Narrative Essay On College Basketball
It seemed that all my years of hard work had all come down to this moment. All those days that I would spend hours at the gym, making sure I had made all my shots and perfected every dribble move, not even bothering to take Sunday off because if I wanted to go somewhere with basketball, I would have to eat, sleep and breathe basketball. I refreshed the inbox of my email, and there it was, the decision that would make or break my basketball career. I had tried out for one of the most elite club basketball teams in Wisconsin, Oshkosh Flight 14’s team. I think I clicked on that email about five-hundred times in anticipation while it loaded. I skimmed the first sentence and my jaw dropped on my desk. The words were tattooed to my eyelids, I could
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not escape them. They were sorry to inform me that in order to make a team like them I would have to improve my game, but they encouraged me to work on my game and try again my sophomore year. I felt my heart crack. My dream of playing college basketball faded as those words echoed in my head, “try again”.
My life was over. As my mother tried to console me she said I should look at other teams, but there were no other teams for me. I did not play any basketball at all in the summer going into my freshman year of high school. However I did decide to tryout for my school’s basketball team. I went into tryouts pretty confident, but after the first three days, when I had not been called to play on the varsity court, my confidence was at an all time low. I made the team, but not varsity and there were those same words echoing,”try again”. After those events, I had finally come to terms with the fact that college basketball was not an option for me. How could I play college basketball if that was my attitude when I failed? Is that how I would react if I were benched by a coach? I thought about these questions for a long time and came to my final decision about playing in college. When I got that email from Oshkosh Elite I should have been enraged and steam should have been blowing out from my nose and ears, and I should have got on a team and started working on my game like they said. Instead, I took the summer off and sat on the couch, moping about how I did not make the
team. From this experience I learned a couple of crucial life lessons, that no matter how amazing or hardworking you think you are, there will always be someone who is working harder. That really set in when I realized that because I took the summer off, other girls made the team over me because they were in the gym working and improving, while I was at home crying about one little thing. The other take away from this experience is if I ever fail at something that I am passionate about, I will not give up, I will try again, and I will not fail again.
not escape them. They were sorry to inform me that in order to make a team like them I would have to improve my game, but they encouraged me to work on my game and try again my sophomore year. I felt my heart crack. My dream of playing college basketball faded as those words echoed in my head, “try again”.
My life was over. As my mother tried to console me she said I should look at other teams, but there were no other teams for me. I did not play any basketball at all in the summer going into my freshman year of high school. However I did decide to tryout for my school’s basketball team. I went into tryouts pretty confident, but after the first three days, when I had not been called to play on the varsity court, my confidence was at an all time low. I made the team, but not varsity and there were those same words echoing,”try again”. After those events, I had finally come to terms with the fact that college basketball was not an option for me. How could I play college basketball if that was my attitude when I failed? Is that how I would react if I were benched by a coach? I thought about these questions for a long time and came to my final decision about playing in college. When I got that email from Oshkosh Elite I should have been enraged and steam should have been blowing out from my nose and ears, and I should have got on a team and started working on my game like they said. Instead, I took the summer off and sat on the couch, moping about how I did not make the
team. From this experience I learned a couple of crucial life lessons, that no matter how amazing or hardworking you think you are, there will always be someone who is working harder. That really set in when I realized that because I took the summer off, other girls made the team over me because they were in the gym working and improving, while I was at home crying about one little thing. The other take away from this experience is if I ever fail at something that I am passionate about, I will not give up, I will try again, and I will not fail again.