Fighting for the same goal brings people together, whether the goal is achieved or not.
Winning a game connected us in joy, just as much as the sadness of losing linked us together.
While I’m playing, I can take my mind off whatever difficulties I’m encountering and I can believe in myself again.
On the court, all I need is myself and my team, nothing else; for a few hours, all I’m focusing on is enjoying the game and having fun.
(Apparently, it was legendary.) My dad coached women's basketball at a local HBCU (historically black college or university).
Although my memories of him are limited, I do remember watching him on the sideline as he dished out plays and yelled at girls to hustle.Even the inevitable quarrels, once resolved, made me feel closer to the other players.Finally, basketball is a cozy refuge when life gets difficult.His love for the game and my grandmother's love for the game found their way to me through a combination of genetics and learned behavior.At 7, I was shooting 3s with so much ease that the guys at the neighborhood park were impressed.I now had the courage to try new things, I was much less intimidated by people or unexpected situations, I felt stronger – I believed in myself.Secondly, basketball is about teamwork and good communication.When I first laid my hands on the ball, I thought I would never be able to dribble properly, let alone score a field goal.But it was just a game, it was fun, and it didn’t scare me. As I practiced and my skills improved, I found myself much more confident – I understood that I was able to reach my goals if I worked hard enough, and this reflected in other areas of my life as well.Though I have grown a lot, I still am scared of many things, I sometimes lack confidence still – I am still human.Whenever I feel the need to run away, I just turn to basketball.