Personal Narrative: Ball Was Life
Ball Was Life
Summer
My summer was an inch away from being perfect. I had a good GPA and people to hangout with, but I was missing one thing: starting on the basketball team. Basketball was going great beside that one problem, but I just could not remove the obsession of starting from my mind. Basketball and happiness go hand in hand for me. Over the next month basketball and my attitude started spiraling downwards and brought my happiness and friendships with them. I isolated myself from nearly everybody and dreaded basketball more and more every day. It’s funny how one thing can truly control your life. I understand if your a professional athlete or your in love with a women, but I was just a sixteen year old who loved the game. I understand that you need to treat sports as not a job, …show more content…
During the 3rd quarter, I was running down field on a kickoff. Approaching the first blocker, I tried to go around him, and he drove his helmet straight into my knees. All I remember is having thoughts of relief as my knee exploded in pain. I enjoyed the idea of no longer playing football, but not the physical pain. Football season passed by in what seemed like a week because I was sitting at home everyday instead of practicing. My grades were rising, my happiness and excitement were both coming back to a healthy state as basketball approached. I was cleared to play basketball a few days before the football season was over by my physical therapist, Matt. I rushed home that day packed my sneakers and a ball and went to the gym. The ball felt so natural and nice in my hands, the squeaking of my shoes was so pleasant to my ear, and the swish of the net was a almost heavenly euphoria. I started hanging out with a lot of people again, my grades were back to normal, and I was expecting my goal to of starting to be finally accomplished. My problems were almost erased as it seemed everything was
Summer
My summer was an inch away from being perfect. I had a good GPA and people to hangout with, but I was missing one thing: starting on the basketball team. Basketball was going great beside that one problem, but I just could not remove the obsession of starting from my mind. Basketball and happiness go hand in hand for me. Over the next month basketball and my attitude started spiraling downwards and brought my happiness and friendships with them. I isolated myself from nearly everybody and dreaded basketball more and more every day. It’s funny how one thing can truly control your life. I understand if your a professional athlete or your in love with a women, but I was just a sixteen year old who loved the game. I understand that you need to treat sports as not a job, …show more content…
During the 3rd quarter, I was running down field on a kickoff. Approaching the first blocker, I tried to go around him, and he drove his helmet straight into my knees. All I remember is having thoughts of relief as my knee exploded in pain. I enjoyed the idea of no longer playing football, but not the physical pain. Football season passed by in what seemed like a week because I was sitting at home everyday instead of practicing. My grades were rising, my happiness and excitement were both coming back to a healthy state as basketball approached. I was cleared to play basketball a few days before the football season was over by my physical therapist, Matt. I rushed home that day packed my sneakers and a ball and went to the gym. The ball felt so natural and nice in my hands, the squeaking of my shoes was so pleasant to my ear, and the swish of the net was a almost heavenly euphoria. I started hanging out with a lot of people again, my grades were back to normal, and I was expecting my goal to of starting to be finally accomplished. My problems were almost erased as it seemed everything was