Nasir's+Memoir

= The End = by Nasir

I started playing basketball when I was three-years-old. I played mostly by myself. I shot, dunked, and laid it up on my Little Tikes basketball court. By six, I was playing on the “Rough Riders.” I was trusted to make a big play, and I had to make the play. This happened on the team I am playing now. Everybody was quiet, waiting for the foul shot to go up.

 It was my first year on the team. I was playing power forward, and I was in the starting five the whole season. One thing I hated about the game was that one of the opponent’s mom was so loud every time they made a shot, she screamed to the top of her lungs. She sounded like a little girl screaming when somebody scares her. The game was intense and a lot of things were happening: there was trash-talking, pushing, elbowing. There was a girl on my team, and the other team players ran her over. The back of her head hit the floor, so she sat out for minute. My teammates and I were mad, and we played a little more aggressively. A lot of people were there watching the game. We had a lot of people wanting us to win, and a lot of people wanting them to win.The teams did not have any names, instead they were identified by just their colors. The team colors were teal, which was my team, and orange was the other team. All you could see on the court were these colors streaking by.

The game was looking like it was going to come down to a big play. It had been a pretty close game the whole time. It was fantastic game. This was the two top seeds in the divisions in the league going head to head. At the end of the game, my center got fouled out, so I was moved to center. This meant I had to stick to their center, who is like six inches taller than me. When I got in I knew that he was going to try and baby me on the post. But I didn’t let that happen. Instead, I got two blocks on him, which was big time and some relief. I was dependent on sticking the guy. He was the best player on their team. He was good, but I defended him well and bothered his shot. I made him miss about three times and got a couple rebounds over him.The game was getting closer and closer to the last minute. We finally got to the end of the game, with only three seconds left.

My teammate, the point guard, got fouled. He was shooting two free throws, but he missed the first. Now he was about to shoot the second. This was an important because if he missed the team could get the ball back and call timeout to stop the clock. My teammate shot the ball again, and he missed again . It hit the back of the rim and flew up in the air, and I jumped and came down with the rebound and just held the ball, letting the time run out. Everybody was screaming and hype.

At the end of the game I saw my stats. I had 23 points, 11 rebounds, and 3 blocks. After all of that, I got to see the stats of the year. I averaged 17.7 points, 10.9 rebounds, 1.5 blocks per game, and 5.5 assits per game. This was a good year for me. This was really surprising to me because I’m used to averaging about 13 to 15 points a game and break out with 20 points every once and a while. This game taught me that communication is so important in basketball. I already knew that but in this game we were doing it more like we were pros. I think that’s why we won the game: because of our communication and our defense.

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