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Amanda Bouchard The Game of BasketballEvery day I walk into the field house I listen to the squeaking of the sneakers, the bang of the balls meeting the floor, and the chatter between friends. I look at the chaos that surrounds me. Track is running around, wrestling is pulling out mats, and cheerleading is in the corner doing a routine.
Then, the whistle blows. Time for practice. First passing drills, which leads to shooting drills, and then some defensive drills. Now it’s time to scrimmage. I step out onto the court. I hear the coach yelling a play and teammates shouting for the ball, then the smack of the ball as it enters my hands. I quickly shoot it, hearing the swish of the ball going through the net.
I love this game. I live for this game, the game of basketball.
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]
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