Personal Narrative: Basketball And High School

Basketball has been something I have loved for as long as I could remember. As a child, I watched NBA games with my dad. I idolized the players and learned statistics hoping to be just like them. Day after day, I would practice the behind the back, triple threat, and spin moves. A basketball always seemed to find its way into my hands. I was in love with basketball. It felt amazing, the feel of the ball in your hands, the satisfaction of making the shot and the cheers from the bleachers. Anytime this happened to me I had to do it again. I played Basketball recreationally until I made the team in Middle School. I was on my way to the NBA or at least that is what I thought until I reached my sophomore year of High School.
Thoughts like, “What if you never make it to the NBA?” never crossed my mind. It was always basketball, basketball, basketball. On NBA game days, I would sit in front of the television and watch the Oklahoma City Thunder, led by Kevin Durant. My eyes always widen as I watched Durant on the court and I knew one day I would join the league. …show more content…
I was finally going to play high school basketball which would lead to college then the pros. I entered the school gym with high expectations but to my disbelief I was offered a position as a manager. I didn’t make the team. At first, I was insulted but I took the job any way and planned to improve my game and try out next year. After I took the job when I got home all my emotions come out at once. Big fat tears rolled down my eyes as I cried my eyes out. My anger caused me to tear down my NBA posters. How could this happen to me? Was all my hard work for nothing? Months later, as I started to record more and more games and help the coach make plays I realized something that hit me hard. Although I loved basketball, I really was not that great playing basketball. So, I decide to adjust my