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My Freshman Season Growing up, basketball was, and still is, the center of my life. I was four years old when I got my first basketball rim. By the age of five, I was soaring through the air like Jordan on my Playskool rim. Every single year, I played for my school. In elementary school, I was always in the starting lineup, always the focal point of every game; always had the ball in my hand. Junior High School was no different. Throughout these years, many people told me that I was a good player I was a team player who never got upset when things didn’t go my way. Because Junior High School was so easy, I thought High School basketball would be a piece of cake. But then came tryouts. Two weeks before tryouts, there was open gym. Open gym was where anybody who went to the school could just come out and play basketball. Open gym was the best that I have ever played against top competition. One day during open gym, I heard Coach Furr of the Junior Varsity team say, “Man, we need to bring him up to play for us.” I didn’t think too much of it though because I am not a person who likes to brag about things. Even though I didn’t gloat, there were still people out there who still didn’t like my game or me. I guess it was because I was at the top, and they wanted my throne. Another reason could have been my best friend Jeremy. He knew that almost everyone there could not guard me, so he told everyone that. Only he would say that I said it. Numerous times, I came home with gashes and bruises because of things I “supposedly” said to people on the court. After two weeks of pain, tryouts finally arrived. The four days of tryout were fairly simple, although, I think that that I could have done better. At tryouts, I did a couple of thins to catch the coaches attention, but that was to just bring a smile to everyone’s face.
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