2015 03 11
This article is going to be long.
Yesterday, right after school. My teammates and I departed for our tournament which was held at Walnut Grove Secondary School, the largest school in the area, even bigger than ours. That school had 3 gyms, with different sizes. The games were held at the two smaller gyms and the largest gym was for the students to practice between games. The school was huge and dark. My sensei Thanasi and I explored through out one half of the school. It was huge, and ordinary.
At first, all the teams gathered at the new gym, not the biggest one though. The teachers explained the rules and the games. By then, most of us were excited.
Our first game was held in the smallest gym. The other team that we were versing first, was similar to 1998's Chicago Bulls. There was this kid, who had no hair, black colour skin and strong looking. The first time I saw him, I knew that he was the "Michael Jordan" of that team. I knew that I had to check him and I had to be tough. I did. He was limited under my pressure. Without me, he would score 10 more points. Just before the switch, he was about to take a lay up. I ran up behind him at my full speed, and put one hand on top of the ball when he raised his arm up, and gripped the ball out of his hands. At that moment, the whole gym was shattered with cheers and applause. That was right before the game ended. My team was then prepared. They had faith, they had power, and they had no fear.
In the next two games, we dominated James Kennedy and Alex Hope. We lost against them in the games before the tournament, but not this time. I found the two tallest players in the other two teams useless. I was always in front of them, stopping them from getting the passes, and blocked all their shots. There was a consequence for doing that, it was that I ran out stamina.
In the fourth game which was against the other team of us. We knew one an other's strategy well enough to use them as our own. I was on the first shift, checking the MVP of the other team, his name was Felix. He was almost as tall as me, with small shoulders like mine and the speed of a 100m dash runner just like me. He had brown hair and large brown eyes. His hair was a bit curly and his nose was pointy. His jersey number was 39. Normally, he would score at least 1 point during the time when he was on, but not that time. I checked him so carefully that he was not able to take a lay up or shoot. He got no points that game, but instead, I got 1 point from getting fouled by him. I sat on the bench for the rest of the game, watching us fail, because there was no one else that could keep the good players back except for my sensei Thanasi, my friend Zahir and myself. We were off for most of the time, watching the other team catching up. Eventually, we lost by 1 point, because someone on our team fouled someone on the other team. I felt bad and was disappointed, but I kept myself strong, because we had one more game left, and we had to win.
Gordan Greenwood was the last team that we were versing. We lost to them too. At the end of the game, we tied our score, and went into overtime. For the overtime shift, we had Thanasi, Kevin, Zahir, Zac and I on. That was what we called a stacked shift. All of us were good and tough. I actually played for two shifts in a row that time, because the coach finally understood the fact that we had to win, but we did not. It was sad, although we landed in the fourth place.
After the game I understood, that if I want to become a NBA player, I will have to face failures and losing. I wished that you were their to help me, and watch.
Yesterday, right after school. My teammates and I departed for our tournament which was held at Walnut Grove Secondary School, the largest school in the area, even bigger than ours. That school had 3 gyms, with different sizes. The games were held at the two smaller gyms and the largest gym was for the students to practice between games. The school was huge and dark. My sensei Thanasi and I explored through out one half of the school. It was huge, and ordinary.
At first, all the teams gathered at the new gym, not the biggest one though. The teachers explained the rules and the games. By then, most of us were excited.
Our first game was held in the smallest gym. The other team that we were versing first, was similar to 1998's Chicago Bulls. There was this kid, who had no hair, black colour skin and strong looking. The first time I saw him, I knew that he was the "Michael Jordan" of that team. I knew that I had to check him and I had to be tough. I did. He was limited under my pressure. Without me, he would score 10 more points. Just before the switch, he was about to take a lay up. I ran up behind him at my full speed, and put one hand on top of the ball when he raised his arm up, and gripped the ball out of his hands. At that moment, the whole gym was shattered with cheers and applause. That was right before the game ended. My team was then prepared. They had faith, they had power, and they had no fear.
In the next two games, we dominated James Kennedy and Alex Hope. We lost against them in the games before the tournament, but not this time. I found the two tallest players in the other two teams useless. I was always in front of them, stopping them from getting the passes, and blocked all their shots. There was a consequence for doing that, it was that I ran out stamina.
In the fourth game which was against the other team of us. We knew one an other's strategy well enough to use them as our own. I was on the first shift, checking the MVP of the other team, his name was Felix. He was almost as tall as me, with small shoulders like mine and the speed of a 100m dash runner just like me. He had brown hair and large brown eyes. His hair was a bit curly and his nose was pointy. His jersey number was 39. Normally, he would score at least 1 point during the time when he was on, but not that time. I checked him so carefully that he was not able to take a lay up or shoot. He got no points that game, but instead, I got 1 point from getting fouled by him. I sat on the bench for the rest of the game, watching us fail, because there was no one else that could keep the good players back except for my sensei Thanasi, my friend Zahir and myself. We were off for most of the time, watching the other team catching up. Eventually, we lost by 1 point, because someone on our team fouled someone on the other team. I felt bad and was disappointed, but I kept myself strong, because we had one more game left, and we had to win.
Gordan Greenwood was the last team that we were versing. We lost to them too. At the end of the game, we tied our score, and went into overtime. For the overtime shift, we had Thanasi, Kevin, Zahir, Zac and I on. That was what we called a stacked shift. All of us were good and tough. I actually played for two shifts in a row that time, because the coach finally understood the fact that we had to win, but we did not. It was sad, although we landed in the fourth place.
After the game I understood, that if I want to become a NBA player, I will have to face failures and losing. I wished that you were their to help me, and watch.
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