Essay on My Senior Year Of Basketball

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It was my senior year of basketball and it was just getting started. This was it, my final year where we were going to win State and I was going to get a college scholarship. I had prepared all summer and in the preseason, nothing was going to get in my way. Our team was smaller this year and lacked the skill we had in the previous years, but that just meant I was going to have to step up even more. I was totally ready for the season and whatever challenges we would face as a team. Scouts were communicating with me and arranging to see some of my games. I had worked up to this point after hours after hours of effort and years of hard work. Everything I had done in the last five years was to get me to this point and here was my chance. I thought I was prepared, I thought nothing could mess this up. I had it together didn’t I? I was completely ready wasn’t I? I had earned this opportunity hadn’t I? This was “the season” for me, until an ankle sprain changed that entirely. It was my fifth game of the season. Up to this point I had been killing it on the court. I was averaging over twenty points a game with over seven assists and five steals a game. I was on my way to breaking the school record for points in regular season, assists in regular season, and my own school record of steals in regular season. I was playing the best basketball of my life, and I was lucky enough to have my parents film those first few games. Little did I know that tape would be crucial later on.
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