It would literally start messing with my stomach giving me a sudden urge of throwing up. My stomach would start feeling nauseous causing me to sit down to regain my feeling in my stomach, consequently wishing that I had a mask to block out the terrorizing stench.
The sound of the ball pounding on the hardwood would echo and vibrate throughout the entire gym with every dribble. You could hear the powerful force of the air conditioning pushing out ice cold air to keep the atmosphere in the gym cool. As the basketball would clash with the net it would make the best “swish” sound in the world. When I stop on a dime, the bottom of my shoes would stick to the hardwood making a high pitched sound. On the misses of my shot, it would clank off the rim, vibrating the whole goal sending my ball to another direction.
The sight of the empty gym makes me feel more focused. The empty brown colored bleachers lets me concentrate on my skills instead of the screaming fans at the games. The dark hardwood floor has an abundance amount of dust, letting me know how slippery the court is. My only focus is on that ten-foot goal and getting the orange leather ball through the bright orange rim. When the ball goes through the net it causes the net to wrap around the rim showing that it was a great