THE BIG MISTAKE
On a Sunday morning, while I was at church, I was eager to leave and head to Chabot College. My basketball team made it to the Chabot Tournament. Basketball to me is like food, I need it to survive. Which makes this Tournament more exciting, but of course I wasn’t so good at basketball as some of my teammates. Unfortunately, I never knew that this was the worst game I ever played in. Walking towards my team my heartbeat sank. My blood all of sudden stopped working, my legs felt dead, and my hands froze in fear. Minutes later our game finally started. I was not a starter of the team, I was something called a “Bench Warmer.” Basically something that spends more time sitting on the bench then playing the game. Watching from the …show more content…
Down only four points, after a great comeback by my teammates. It took us forever to shorten the lead to just two the two points. The tall point guard in front of me, he wore a cameron shirt that said “Vapors.”Until the last minute of the game, my knocked down a nice three. Now leading by one,my heartbeat slowly calming down. The tall referee blows the whistle. Timeout. “Don’t give up, Don't give up, Don’t give up,” the coach yelled. After the timeout the opponent's point guard with the pale sweaty faces stared at me. We had the ball with 20 seconds left. The ball came into the palm of my hand then suddenly the ball is loose. The opponent had taken it. The tall point guard took it and scored. With ten seconds, we missed a layup. We lost the basketball game, and now we are out of the tournament. I had one job, and it was to secure the ball for a full 20 seconds, but I failed. After finding my car, I was ashamed of myself. That night, repeating the scenes of the game, it made me more mad and ashamed of myself.
For months, this game haunted me. I was beginning to get into the habit of not doing homework, chores, and other task. I always had a bad mood, and I began to separate myself with everybody. I was desperate for a redemption of that mistake, but none would come. It wasn’t until several months, when I realized that it’s just a game. There are things more important than just a basketball game. In the end mistakes are just to make you better. Everyone make
On a Sunday morning, while I was at church, I was eager to leave and head to Chabot College. My basketball team made it to the Chabot Tournament. Basketball to me is like food, I need it to survive. Which makes this Tournament more exciting, but of course I wasn’t so good at basketball as some of my teammates. Unfortunately, I never knew that this was the worst game I ever played in. Walking towards my team my heartbeat sank. My blood all of sudden stopped working, my legs felt dead, and my hands froze in fear. Minutes later our game finally started. I was not a starter of the team, I was something called a “Bench Warmer.” Basically something that spends more time sitting on the bench then playing the game. Watching from the …show more content…
Down only four points, after a great comeback by my teammates. It took us forever to shorten the lead to just two the two points. The tall point guard in front of me, he wore a cameron shirt that said “Vapors.”Until the last minute of the game, my knocked down a nice three. Now leading by one,my heartbeat slowly calming down. The tall referee blows the whistle. Timeout. “Don’t give up, Don't give up, Don’t give up,” the coach yelled. After the timeout the opponent's point guard with the pale sweaty faces stared at me. We had the ball with 20 seconds left. The ball came into the palm of my hand then suddenly the ball is loose. The opponent had taken it. The tall point guard took it and scored. With ten seconds, we missed a layup. We lost the basketball game, and now we are out of the tournament. I had one job, and it was to secure the ball for a full 20 seconds, but I failed. After finding my car, I was ashamed of myself. That night, repeating the scenes of the game, it made me more mad and ashamed of myself.
For months, this game haunted me. I was beginning to get into the habit of not doing homework, chores, and other task. I always had a bad mood, and I began to separate myself with everybody. I was desperate for a redemption of that mistake, but none would come. It wasn’t until several months, when I realized that it’s just a game. There are things more important than just a basketball game. In the end mistakes are just to make you better. Everyone make