The Game
As the referee blew his whistle, the crowds screamed as loud as they can cheer for each of their teams. The centers jumped as high as they can as soon as the referee threw the round orange ball in mid air, announcing the players, bench, and the crowds the start of the game. It was the first proper basketball game I had.
It was 2012 October, where Mr. Miller, my writing teacher, told me in class to try out for the basketball team. At that time, I had no idea if I should or not. Mr. Miller told me that it was totally worth to try out and so I did. Try out lasted a couple days and I ended up in the junior varsity team. It was the start of the season and I was looking forward to our first game.
Weeks passed and we had practices over practices. I did my best and learned more about basketball. I went through the defense and offensive plays that our team would be playing in the real game. I studied the paper for days and used it during practices to see how it went. Time passed really quickly and it was time for our game against our rival school APIS. As I hopped on the bus that day, my heart was pounding faster and faster.
As the whistle blew, centers from each team jumped up to the sky for the ball. APIS got the ball first and hustled down the court. They were as fast as cheetahs and scored an easy bucket. I had no idea what I was looking at. Everything was too quick for me. It was only seconds after the whistle blew and we were already losing. Gathering up my thoughts, I went to inbound the ball at the baseline and APIS started pressing us. It looked like the whole basketball court belonged to APIS. Panic started coming towards me.
As the game continued, sweat rolled down my forehead and cheek. The bench and coach were shouting of what to do. I only heard parts of what they were all saying. For sure, it would have been advice to find an escape route of the full court press the other team was playing. Well, things didn’t work out and the other team kept on scoring on and on. Time passed really slowly to me. It wasn’t going down every second but every basket APIS made.
By half time, the whole team was a mess. Everyone had their head down and couldn’t say anything. James, our junior varsity captain at that time, tried to encourage us. However, everyone knew that it was a game we lost. 10 minutes flew like nothing and I was back in the court running back and forth to score a basket. By this time, we were behind around 25 points. We did a play and James scored a 3 pointer that blew encouragement into the whole team. Players on the court ran more intensely to do their best and the bench cheered. As the team played the best they can, time flew and the whistle blew announcing the end of the game.
I knew we lost the game. I knew that I lost the game. I knew that I gave up in the middle. I knew that I could have done better. I knew we could have done better as a team. The lost wasn’t that much of a shock to me. However, it didn’t feel right losing with such huge difference. This motivated me to work and practice harder. It was my first game and not much of a success, but taught me not to give up but keep trying.
It was 2012 October, where Mr. Miller, my writing teacher, told me in class to try out for the basketball team. At that time, I had no idea if I should or not. Mr. Miller told me that it was totally worth to try out and so I did. Try out lasted a couple days and I ended up in the junior varsity team. It was the start of the season and I was looking forward to our first game.
Weeks passed and we had practices over practices. I did my best and learned more about basketball. I went through the defense and offensive plays that our team would be playing in the real game. I studied the paper for days and used it during practices to see how it went. Time passed really quickly and it was time for our game against our rival school APIS. As I hopped on the bus that day, my heart was pounding faster and faster.
As the whistle blew, centers from each team jumped up to the sky for the ball. APIS got the ball first and hustled down the court. They were as fast as cheetahs and scored an easy bucket. I had no idea what I was looking at. Everything was too quick for me. It was only seconds after the whistle blew and we were already losing. Gathering up my thoughts, I went to inbound the ball at the baseline and APIS started pressing us. It looked like the whole basketball court belonged to APIS. Panic started coming towards me.
As the game continued, sweat rolled down my forehead and cheek. The bench and coach were shouting of what to do. I only heard parts of what they were all saying. For sure, it would have been advice to find an escape route of the full court press the other team was playing. Well, things didn’t work out and the other team kept on scoring on and on. Time passed really slowly to me. It wasn’t going down every second but every basket APIS made.
By half time, the whole team was a mess. Everyone had their head down and couldn’t say anything. James, our junior varsity captain at that time, tried to encourage us. However, everyone knew that it was a game we lost. 10 minutes flew like nothing and I was back in the court running back and forth to score a basket. By this time, we were behind around 25 points. We did a play and James scored a 3 pointer that blew encouragement into the whole team. Players on the court ran more intensely to do their best and the bench cheered. As the team played the best they can, time flew and the whistle blew announcing the end of the game.
I knew we lost the game. I knew that I lost the game. I knew that I gave up in the middle. I knew that I could have done better. I knew we could have done better as a team. The lost wasn’t that much of a shock to me. However, it didn’t feel right losing with such huge difference. This motivated me to work and practice harder. It was my first game and not much of a success, but taught me not to give up but keep trying.