Personal Narrative: Coach Feeney

I took a deep breath, as I walked upon the court. It was the finals. For five years I dreamed to reach this stage, however, on January 22, 2014, the day had finally arrived. Preparation for this game was extensive, Coach Feeney relentlessly pushed me to my maximum ability. Laps, suicides, push-ups, scrimmages, lay-up drills--it seemed as if he made us do every possible conditioning activity. However despite all this, he had a soft side to him. Whenever I ran my fastest, or played my hardest, coach would give me some raisins,they tasted good surprisingly.

On the day before the game, he called us to his house for a pre game pep talk, and to celebrate our accomplishment. Coach said that we will be playing a two-three defence, and one-two-two offence. All of us were very excited. Coach Feeney unexpectedly, bought the team pizza, ice cream, and donuts, as I was about to devour the food, he rejected me, just as I do to forwards on the court, and prevented me from eating any of it due to the fact that it was not healthy. However he assured us, as he said “You will get the goods when you win and compete.” The desire to eat all the food motivated me to play my hardest, it was a good move on his part.
Filled with adrenaline, Jeet, Malachai, Dheemanth, Rigby, and I were to start in the first quarter. As I walked on the court, I could feel butterflies inside my stomach prancing around. The whistle blew, and the game was on. The ball came in my direction, and I blasted off with lightning pace to score an easy