The Final Game
It was a serene breezy autumn afternoon as the bitter air pounded on my face and I stepped into the school gym. It was my first day of basketball practice in elementary school as I was both hesitant and excited to meet my coaches and teammates I was playing with. I could sense my heart beating loudly out of my chest like a bass drum as I reluctantly stumbled into the court. The first day of practice turned out wonderful as my coaches were really enjoyable to work with and my teammates were all considerably skilled too. As weeks flew by, I learned more and more about techniques and skills that improved my teammates and I tremendously. It became really interesting to learn new moves that I’d never practiced before and utilize them too.
Finally, after weeks progressed by, we initiated our first scrimmage. My heart screamed out of my chest as I trembled into the gym quivering like a thrumming tuning fork from the brisk fall winds outside. I could infer everyone held apprehensive looks on their faces as I plopped in the benches where my coaches and teammates practiced. Once the game started, it was incredibly thrilling as both teams dashed from one side of the gym to the other, striving to edge the other out! I was breathing furiously as I was guarding my opponents. The mania in the paint was uncontrollable as players were driving into one another. But every time we scored, the other team answered with two more buckets in our faces, we just couldn’t barricade their forces. Everytime we tried to make a layup or shoot, they would just block or steal the ball from us. The scene represented like an ant fighting an army of spiders. There was almost no possible play we could achieve to score. At the end of the fourth quarter, we unfortunately lost our first game. Our coaches cheered us up from the failure and the next week we started practicing even harder. We learned from our mistakes from the first defeat and grinded to improve our plays as a team. By the end of the week, our second game approached and I believed we were going to win this one. But again, after so much struggle of running, defending, and shooting baskets, we were conquered again. It was really disappointing to be defeated twice, but our coaches never gave up hope in us, no matter what direction the game headed. After weeks of practices and games, we were constantly defeated, dragged down, and demolished every time. It was heartbreaking for us all, we abandoned almost all hope in ourselves.
At the end of one game, I realized, I needed to enhance my skills for the team. They desperately needed my help and support even if I wasn’t one of the best players. I admitted I couldn’t shoot very well or drive, but If I could upgrade my game, it could affect all my other teammates too. After that day, I strived to practice harder and harder every meet-up, striving to contribute to the team by progressing higher at my defense and offense. Our coaches pushed us to cloud nine as we did sprints, practice games, and more drills to develop ourselves. It exasperated all of us, I depleted my breath every practice, it was like a python squeezing the air out of its prey, but I couldn’t give up, not now. The games continued on for weeks, we constantly kept losing, but I surely determined in my mind, we, as a team, enhanced our game. Every time we’d be on offense, we grabbed more rebounds, scored more shots, and made more layups. On defense, the other teams struggled with more effort to score points; our coaches figured we were competetion now. Our synergy in the court was pulling together like a bridge as I received more passes in games. We were one week from the game we needed to win to advance to the playoffs and our coaches drove us farther than ever before no matter how brutal the drill. We had only won three games so I constantly concerned about our probability to the playoffs. Our legs and hands continuously trained and stretched to prepare us for the vital game. My legs altered sore, numb, and felt like noodles after every practice, but I contemplated it would be for the better.
Finally, after days of struggle, pain, and sweat, we entered our most crucial game to advance on to the playoffs. The car ride there, I felt so much pressure in my mind like there were was a mountain dragging me down. As my dad and I entered the gym, he wished me good luck as I jogged over to the benches where everyone on my team was practicing. Some of the anxiety was washed over by the bright faces of our coaches that eased the tense moment before the game. The pre-game clock climbed down to zero as I was one of the starting players to enter the match. The referee blew his whistle and the match initiated. Our team snatched the jump ball and we advanced forward into offense like lions. Bodies sprinted everywhere as our point guard passed the ball to my other teammate and we scored! We switched back to defense, jogging back to the other side of the court, preparing ourselves to defend the hoop like knights protecting a castle. All of a sudden, the other team dashed forward and tried to score their first basket, their players advancing forward like a stampede of bulls. Luckily, when their point guard tried to drive in, we blocked him just in time to return the ball back in our hands! Our team sprinted forward skittering across the glossy wood floors to attack the enemy team. I powerhoused through the several players through the middle of the court dodging player after player like a slick thief. I snatched the ball and shot it in the paint for the layup. The ball rattled through the hoop and we were back in the lead eighteen to sixteen.
On and on, both our team and the opposing team went, scoring and defending. “BOOM BOOM BOOM!”Sneakers pounded through the floors with strengths of an elephant. Soon it turned the end of the third quarter, and we were leading by ten points, twenty six to sixteen. Everyone on our team clung confident courageous looks on their faces, finally reassuring hope after a lead. Our coaches huddled us in for a pep talk, “Guys, no matter what happens out there, If we win or if we lose, just give it your best shot. We’ve gone through a lot as a team, but we sticked together as one no matter how many matches we lost, no matter how many times we got defeated. We’re leading them by ten points, guys… we can finally do this, we can beat them… just don’t give up until the game is over and we can win! After our coaches boosted us up, it was time for the fourth and finishing quarter of the match. The referee blew the whistle and final showdown launched into action. The ball was chucked, bounced, and dribbled from one side to the other as everyone was contributing their maximum effort to edge the other team out. Our opposing team scored three more layups on us making the score thirty to twenty six. The crowd was on its feet standing still like statues watching the madness of the game wash over their faces like a colossal wave.The gazing, yelling, and cheering for both teams from the bleachers edged the competition even fiercer than ever. I sprinted from one side of the court to the other, breathing furiously in pain to keep up with my opponents as sweat trickled off my dampened hair. I strived farther and farther with massive strides every second with all my remaining energy. The game was slimming close to an end as the other team was down by four and there was twenty seconds left! All we needed to do was control them from scoring and we would collapse them once and for all.
The last few seconds felt like they stretched on an eternity. 10…Everyone screamed at the top of their lungs waiting to gaze what will occur next…9…My heart and chest ignited, striving to stay alive… 8…The enemy team charged forward with their final attempt to score…7…I winced in pain as I was pushed and shoved everywhere in the tornado of chaos…6…Their point guard dribbled the ball and rushed into the paint for the layup…5…The ball rolled out of the his hands and towards the basket…4… “Guard the paint!” my friend cried as everyone on our team dashed to the hoop, wide eyed with shock as the ball glided through the swarming air…3…The ball landed in the rim but ricocheted back out with full force…2…I let my instincts take control as all of us exploded from the ground, straining to grab for the ball with all our strengths as there were bodies everywhere in the lunacy of the paint…1…Our team possessed the ball and pulled it to the ground…0! “BZZZZZZZZZZZZ!” The buzzer screamed uproariously through the gym and the game was finally over! My teammates and I screamed in delight like firecrackers as we won the game to step up to the playoffs. Everybody celebrated crazily. Our coaches tried to calm us down as they were also satisfied too. At that moment in my mind, I imagined all of the struggles, all of the defeats, and all the hours of sweat, pain, and practice that drove into this moment. It felt like I stood on the top of the world, finally at the top of the ladder, where I strived to be this entire season. All the improvement I accomplished benefited the team tremendously, even if my position was just center, even if I didn’t gain as much compliments and credit as the other players, I believed in my heart that all the determination I laid to my team finally paid off right now. After our team discussed our last group chat near the benches, I treaded toward the bleachers with my wobbly legs where my dad watched the game. He congratulated me on the win as we exited the packed gym and headed home…
But still today, as I strolled home from school reimagining the victory, I pondered, was it all worth it? Then I reflected back on all the thrilling plays, the cheering crowds, and the smiles of our teammates, coaches, and I that day, and determined for a fact. Yes, yes it was.