My Story

First Basketball Game
I was 7 years of age. My dad always wanted me to be a basketball player. I was on a team; the Huskies. The name itself put a smile on my face. I was a Husky. My father was the coach. During practices he would tell me go as hard as you can. Give me one hundred and ten percent. I always pushed myself to be the best. The first game was a week away. I was so excited. I would practice each day in my front yard. The basketball hoop hung from the garage. The hoop was 10 feet high, although in the games, the hoop was only 7.5 feet high. I felt like a pro. My favorite basketball player was playing on TV. Allen Iverson. I envied him. He was amazing. He was the scoring leader for his team each game; averaging 25 points a game his rookie season. It was game day. I woke up ready to play. My father made me breakfast; my mother was at work. I had ham and eggs, with a piece of toast, and a small buzz light year cup filled with orange juice. After breakfast and went outside to practice. My dad joined me and told me to work on my free throws. I shot fifty and made 47. That’s a 94 percent shooter. I felt like I was Allen Iverson. It was game time. On my way to the game, sitting in the car, my dad turned on the radio. I can’t remember what song it was, but it pumped me up. Singing in tune with my father, there was nothing better at that moment of time. I arrived at the game. We were 30 minutes early. My dad talked to the team. Again he told us, give me 110 percent, and have fun. It was game time. I started. I scored the first basket. I then stole the ball and ended up making the first 10 points. I was Allen Iverson at that time. The game ended soon enough. I ended up with 42 points, as a 7 year old. I was the happiest kid on the planet. AT the end of the game, my father gave me a hug, and said I’m so proud of you. AT that time, I called him daddy.