Personal Narrative: My First Year Of A Basketball Team
It was late October of last year. It was hockey tryouts. Dreaded hockey tryouts. Every year was the same, going through the motions already knowing which team I would end up on. If it was my first year at that level, I would be on the B team. If it was my second year I would be on the A team. It had been that way all my life. But somehow this year I wasn’t as disappointed when they came around. This year it just felt...different. This year I felt like I had a real shot at making the A team my first year of Bantams. But I knew that making the A team would mean one thing, I wouldn’t be on the same team as any of my friends. So I had to choose between trying my hardest and possibly proving to myself that I possessed the skills to make the A team,
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I’ve always been miniscule compared to most kids my age, but it never really mattered being that we couldn’t hit. But this year was the first year of checking. I was scared, and beginning to have doubts on whether I could make the team or not. But being smaller most of my life, and being a multi-sport athlete, I’ve always liked to live by the phrase “Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.” So I kept going, and pushing myself to the limit that last tryout. Another great quote that applies to me in this instance is “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.” I fought for my spot on the A team. And now all I had to do was wait.
The week of waiting was one of the longest weeks of my life. My dad was the one who told me. I remember it clear as the sun on a bright summer day. It was a Saturday, I was at the kitchen table eating lunch with my dad, my mom was at work and my sister was at a friends house. He told me
“The Bantam B’s have their first game on Halloween.” I got all upset because I had assumed that I was on the B team and would miss out on Halloween.
He then told me “Good thing you’re not on the B team.” I was so shocked and excited I could barely contain
I’ve always been miniscule compared to most kids my age, but it never really mattered being that we couldn’t hit. But this year was the first year of checking. I was scared, and beginning to have doubts on whether I could make the team or not. But being smaller most of my life, and being a multi-sport athlete, I’ve always liked to live by the phrase “Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.” So I kept going, and pushing myself to the limit that last tryout. Another great quote that applies to me in this instance is “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.” I fought for my spot on the A team. And now all I had to do was wait.
The week of waiting was one of the longest weeks of my life. My dad was the one who told me. I remember it clear as the sun on a bright summer day. It was a Saturday, I was at the kitchen table eating lunch with my dad, my mom was at work and my sister was at a friends house. He told me
“The Bantam B’s have their first game on Halloween.” I got all upset because I had assumed that I was on the B team and would miss out on Halloween.
He then told me “Good thing you’re not on the B team.” I was so shocked and excited I could barely contain