Imagine a wild-haired 9th grader panting on the sidelines of a gleaming basketball court a decade ago, and you'll see me, baffled as to how I landed myself there. Despite never having played a single day of organized basketball in my life, I was at tryouts for the JV basketball team. As a track athlete, I used to assume that I had the sort of athleticism that could be polished under the guidance of a stern but caring coach (a la Blind Side!). The coach, on the other hand, was not convinced. "Practice and maybe try again next year," Coach Murray said kindly. It felt awkward during 3rd period since she was also my geography teacher, but she was correct. Why was I out there if I had no business being there?

After all, I'm a basketball fanatic. It's something I've done previously and intend to do again. My first basketball recollection is during the heyday of the Chicago Bulls. I used to accompany my father everywhere and wanted to do whatever he did. I was watching the game with my father and his pals during this specific Finals Season. "Crys Cross is my lady; she won't fall asleep - she can hang," he boasted to his pals. In my whole life, I've never had such a difficult time sleeping. The series made an enduring effect on me, even if Jordan, Pippin, and Rodney ultimately outlasted me. I became a basketball enthusiast as a consequence of my father's excitement for the game.

I've gained a critical eye for even the most mundane things as I've grown older. Things I used to appreciate as a youngster began to lose their innocence. However, the more I knew about basketball, the more I grew to like it. Here are some of the reasons why basketball is not just my favorite sport, but also the most American of them all:

Imagine a wild-haired 9th grader panting on the sidelines of a gleaming basketball court a decade ago, and you'll see me, baffled as to how I landed myself there. Despite never having played a single day of organized basketball legends in my life, I was at tryouts for the JV basketball team. As a track athlete, I used to assume that I had the sort of athleticism that could be polished under the guidance of a stern but caring coach (a la Blind Side!). The coach, on the other hand, was not convinced. "Practice and maybe try again next year," Coach Murray said kindly. It felt awkward during 3rd period since she was also my geography teacher, but she was correct. Why was I out there if I had no business being there?

After all, I'm a basketball fanatic. It's something I've done previously and intend to do again. My first basketball recollection is during the heyday of the Chicago Bulls. I used to accompany my father everywhere and wanted to do whatever he did. I was watching the game with my father and his pals during this specific Finals Season. "Crys Cross is my lady; she won't fall asleep - she can hang," he boasted to his pals. In my whole life, I've never had such a difficult time sleeping. The series made an enduring effect on me, even if Jordan, Pippin, and Rodney ultimately outlasted me. I became a basketball enthusiast as a consequence of my father's excitement for the game.

I've gained a critical eye for even the most mundane things as I've grown older. Things I used to appreciate as a youngster began to lose their innocence. However, the more I knew about basketball, the more I grew to like it. Here are some of the reasons why basketball is not just my favorite sport, but also the most American.