High School and District Championship

Holding the ball in my hands, sweat pouring bump off my fore genius into my eyes, I stare confidently at the hoop, ready to bourgeon my firstborn free throw. My groupmates are lined up behind me at the half(a) court line yelling words of encouragement. I select my first shot and the ball flies by the air. later on what setms standardized centuries, it sinks in the rim with a loud swoosh, and the crowd roars. My groupmates raft up to me, lofty- fiving and slapping me on the back. The game is tied and I have i to a greater extent shot. The eferee tosses me the ball and the lycee falls silent.Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I read the second shot. It rolls around the rim and falls in. The gym is alive with excitement as the final buzzer sounds and all my teammates are on their feet move and cheering, some crying with Joy. We won the state funding In the middle(a) of all this, a strange thought enters my mind. Where would I be if I hadnt been in basketball? My basketball career started in 4th grade. bandaging then the only thing I really wanted to do was run around, dribble a ball, and hang out with friends. Practices were all in truth basic plenty of layups and dribbling drills, and not much shooting or running.When our season began, we went into the games Just for fun however, we started getting better and going into games with a NO LOSE attitude. We ended our fourth grade season undefeated. This is where my bang of the game started. This devotion continued throughout later elementary and middle school. We have been extremely lucky to have 5 girls who have remained unvaried through all of the adversity we have faced together. When I started high school, I had to go hrough a big change that I had neer experience before. I was no longer the star. I had girls four eld older than me, not to mention much better.I had to earn my spot. Though I didnt play much varsity my freshman year, I learned more ways to advance. The last game of m y freshman year was the district championship against our arch-rivals St. Thomas More, which we lost. As I was sitting in the locker room, observance the senior girls cry and listening to them apologizing for not getting us farther, I started setting goals in my head. Our coach came in after the game, gave us spell of paper and told us to write down what we needed to improve, so the seniors the by-line year wouldnt feel that way.That next summer we pulled those papers out and we started to improve on our flaws. My sophomore year was one that I will neer forget. The transition from my freshman year to my sophomore year was a gnomish more drastic. Instead of sitting the bench like I had the earlier year, I was now starting varsity as a brain guard. Starting the season with this big of a responsibility was very trying on me, but my teammates and coaches, gave e a great deal of faith that carried me through the season.We had two amazing seniors that were great leaders and very rough-and-ready on the court. The night before the district championship, I was admitted into the hospital for appendicitis. It was the overcome feeling I had ever had in my life. The thought of letting my team down tore me apart. I called my head coach at 4 am the morning of the game, letting him know what had happened and that I wouldnt be play that day. Three hours later I nad my appendix taken out. altogether I remember is lying in the hospital bed crying, hinking wherefore this had to happen to me when it did.When I woke up after surgery, my coach had come to devour how I was doing and to let me know that this had happened for a reason and that we would take hold it work. He told me that if I wasnt able to go to the game, he would bring me a communicate on the way so I could be sure to listen, and that he would stop afterwards to let me know how it went and I could see the team. After all day lying in my hospital bed crying, I was released at 2 pm that day and the first place I went was the gym. When I walked in, my team gathered around me to make ure I was 0k.As I continued to watch them shoot, I decided I wanted to go to the game, but I didnt want to ride with anyone other than the team. I check up on with my mom and she allowed me to ride the bus to the game. Sitting on the sideline, I watched my team win the district championship. My day went from terrible to amazing in less(prenominal) than two hours. It was a great feeling when a few of my teammates came up to me and said, This was for you The season continued after that, and we won the regional championship, and we made our first trip to the2009 State Tournament, and we placed 3rd.After all that success my sophomore year, we gibe some adversity starting into my Junior summer. After our trip to state, our head coach got an render for a different coaching position at a bigger school, and our assistant also got another Job offer teaching. We were left coach-less, and the 5 of us that had b een together through everything up to this maneuver didnt know what we were going to do. A few of us started going to give gym in another town, so we could play, because we had no one to blossom forth it for us at home. We older girls tried getting everyone together to see what their thoughts on the situation were.Finally, in August of my Junior year, they hired someone. It was much(prenominal) a relief knowing that our season wasnt going to be dropped before it even started. We had a few open gyms with the new guy, and suddenly he quit. He left us a week and a half before our official season started. There we were again, shocked and hopeless, some of us wanting to move to another town, Just so we could play. Then our original coach took the position. He had been the boys head coach for a few eld having Just a couple successful seasons.The team had a brush the Tuesday before practice started and he asked us to make eam goals for the season we told him, A trip to the state tou rnament, and an undefeated season. Coach looked at us risky but wrote them down. We started the season off stronger than ever, winning all of our games until it came to the West River Tournament, which we had been successive champs the previous years. We played Wall and they ended up beating us by 3 in the championship game. It was devastating we couldnt believe they took our arrant(a) season, Just like that. After that game we came back ready to kill, and thats on the dot what we did.We went into the istrict championship 21-1 . That NO LOSE attitude came back into effect and we won the district championship and the region championship for the second year in a row. We went back to state and played our hearts out, with the function of one amazing senior who played a huge role in our teams success. We finished 5th as consolation champions. As I hypothecate on the many years I have put into this game, I cant help but still wonder where I would be without it. I have learned so mu ch about life, relationships, and hardships through this experience.With the help of basketball I m able to be a unspoilt leader, can work through adversity, and am a competitor through any obstacles I am torced to tace. As a senior, this year is the reservoir ot the end of my high school basketball career, and I want nada less than a state championship. I want to feel the rush of being on the line, with the game in my hands, and seizing that opportunity to make my teammates proud to prove that all that hard work and hours in the gym has paid off. I want to leave the Newell Lady Irrigators knowing we terminated something great, and that we will always be remembered.