Narrative Essay Basketball

As I gazed at the neon illuminating from the scoreboard, I felt mentally drained and overworked by the effort poured into this game. With every step I took towards the dented, bench the gymnasium only shrunk in size, making my body feel restricted and short of breath. I felt out place, as if I was lost in my own backyard. The smell of popcorn from the stands diminished, the shrill from the sneakers gliding on the polished hardwood weakened and the tension from the crowd grew with time dwindling and the gap increasing. I was zoned out to the atmosphere, as if I was trapped in a bubble of arguing thoughts. ‘Isaiah! Isaiah focus!’ Coach blew into his whistle incessantly. Looking more stunned than ever I struggled to snap back into reality. ‘Yeah coach I’m …show more content…
Coach took a seat and flung his hands over his head, letting out a woeful sigh as if to say it was over. After a moment of motionless stares I looked inquiringly at my teammates, all run down across the aged, inclined bench with nothing left in the tank. My ears hear the sound of the squad backing down, caving through the pressure of what seemed to be a stress-free game. Three quarters flew by and we were down by a commanding double digit deficit, heads down and unable to fathom the shock losing another a playoff game it seemed as if the season was over. Coach rose off plastic lawn chair ‘I know it seems like this is the end of what has been a courageous season, but right now up to this point I can’t teach you boys any further material than you already know. It’s not up to me to tell you what to do. I need someone, just someone, anyone to stand up and take back control of this game’. That was all I needed to hear in my mind to ponder about the late nights balling with