Freshman Year

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 sa...