Do you know what sports are? Do you know what it takes? Are you a player?
Jackson sat at his desk in his room. His basketball game was tomorrow and he was worried. He was supposed to get his cast off before the game. Could he make it? He didn't know. He looked at all his posters. Indiana from the NBA, the Hershey Bears, Micheal Jordan, LeBron James, etc. "Jack! Your friend Micheal is here, he wants to go to the court." His mom called. "Ok, I'll be down soon!" He replied. He pushed his shoes on and jumped the stairs. " Hey." He said. " Hey! Let's go, come on."
Jack and Micheal walked down the street to the park's court. Micheal bounced his ball. Jackson watched it go up and down. He felt at unease. They arrived and started shooting baskets. Some older guys started to approach the court. Jack kept shooting and missing; hitting air, backboard, or rim. Jack went to fetch the ball, but one of the older guys picked it up.
Jackson looked up at him, his eyes were cold and mean. He was a gangster, and his gang was here. " Yo basketballer wannabe, this is how you shoot a ball." He shot it at halfcourt and made it in. " Do you know what sports are? Do you know what it takes? Are you a player?" He said menacingly.
The next day, Jackson shot at halfcourt with 3 seconds left. He made it! His team won 32 to 24! Micheal patted him on the back and his team cheered him as they stood by the bench. He knew what sports were, what it took, and yeah, he was a player.
By the way, sports is the best thing that happened to the world, it takes practice, skill, and beleivance. I am a player.
