When I was five years old, my dad took me to a sold out Basketball Jones show. As I walked into Quicken Loans Arena as a star-crossed child, my heart was pounding as I looked up to the jumbotron to Mr. Jones. At that moment, my heart lept out of my chest as he pointed towards me, beckoning my eagerself to the court. The instant I stepped onto the arena floor, I knew basketball was what I loved. Once back from the show, I began playing basketball every day in the driveway. My father, a basketball legend in high school, would come back from work and hear my nagging voice pleading with him to shoot hoops with me. This became a ritual for us and soon something I looked forward to everyday until the start of basketball season in seventh grade.
I was excited for this season because I could finally try out for the school team. Although it would be weird to no longer play four-on-four with my goofy, gap-toothed buddies, I was determined to make the team and represent my school. When I walked into the gym on the first day of tryouts, I was abruptly confronted by the other sixty-three kids who had the same aspirations of making the team as me. As I looked out into my fellow peers, I realized my young age and small stature would prove to be a major obstacle for me. As tryouts went on, I proved to everyone around me that my biggest asset was my …show more content…
As I was called in I saw a few kids celebrating their positions on the team. I wanted to join them so desperately in celebration that I almost forgot that the coach was waiting for me in the doorway to his musty office. I sat down and he told me that, unfortunately, I did not make the cut, being in the seventeenth spot. He continued with saying if there was one more spot on the team, I would get it for how hard I work. I went home that night and continued the long lasting ritual of playing driveway basketball with my
I was excited for this season because I could finally try out for the school team. Although it would be weird to no longer play four-on-four with my goofy, gap-toothed buddies, I was determined to make the team and represent my school. When I walked into the gym on the first day of tryouts, I was abruptly confronted by the other sixty-three kids who had the same aspirations of making the team as me. As I looked out into my fellow peers, I realized my young age and small stature would prove to be a major obstacle for me. As tryouts went on, I proved to everyone around me that my biggest asset was my …show more content…
As I was called in I saw a few kids celebrating their positions on the team. I wanted to join them so desperately in celebration that I almost forgot that the coach was waiting for me in the doorway to his musty office. I sat down and he told me that, unfortunately, I did not make the cut, being in the seventeenth spot. He continued with saying if there was one more spot on the team, I would get it for how hard I work. I went home that night and continued the long lasting ritual of playing driveway basketball with my