Second Quarter Our Game example essay topic

Kelley morrison 8/28/02 Basketball at Its Best Five, four three, two, one and that was it, over before I knew it. I was in eighth grade and playing for varsity. I felt the need to perform, to score all the points, make good passes, and to basically prove that I could cut it. Our first game was against Shades Mountain, a team from Birmingham. Rumors of their play had spread and we knew we would have to work as a team, and never let up in order to win this game. We were warming up before the game and everything seemed to go wrong.

Bad passes, air balls, and messing up the drills seemed to make up most of our warm-up. It was not good for our morale in general. Everyone thought we were done for, and that we were obviously having an off night. The warm-up ended and we started toward the bench.

The starting five was announced and took their places on the court. Before we knew it the jump ball was thrown up and to none of our surprise they got the tip and scored a lay up off of it. Within five minutes we were down fifteen-five, and everyone was just digging themselves deeper into a hole. By the second quarter our game had picked up a little, but so had theirs. Half time came and all the cheerleaders trotted out onto the court waving their pom-poms and cheering on Shades Mountain as we trudged along into the locker room.

We took our seats in expectation of your typical pep talk, or speech about how we aren't playing to our potential. The coach walked in, we raised our heads in dismay, and prepared for the worst. Instead she simply said", You all know what you are capable of and if you choose to throw that away because you are down a couple of points, then nothing I say to you will change that". We waited for her to continue, but she didn't. The last thing we saw was coach walking out the door with an indescribable look on her face. It was then and there we decided something had to be done.

With few minutes remaining in half time we took some shots and nothing seemed to be any different. It was as if no matter what we did or what attitude we had it just wouldn't help us this night. The whistle blew and so the third quarter commenced. We were a completely different team that quarter; everything had turned around. Our shots were falling and we had taken the lead.

It was a hard fought battle from there on out, but in the end we pulled through. We won by a small margin, but all that mattered to us was that it was a victory. Afterwards we went out to eat, never really mentioning those first two quarters. There was an air of relief all around us, and one of satisfaction.

Somewhere we knew, whether we were thinking it at that very moment or not that we could overcome our problems and emerge victorious at the end. This was no guarantee to a victory in every future game, just a promise that we would put forth on supreme effort from there on out..