Two weeks ago I lost my league grand final after leading the whole game and just falling apart a bit. But tonight was by far my worst basketball moment. I've been in bed with a nasty infection for four days and am on all sorts of antibiotics, so I was looking forward to taking a week off and seeing how the team plays with a different PG.
Then, I found out a player is still injured, another guy is too sick to play, our best player just hurt his hamstring and another guy is dropping out of the league. I was told about an hour before the game, so I had to recruit a guy who barely plays basketball and a guy who had literally never played a game before and of course, as captain I had to step up and play through the sickness. To quote my friend it was "the worst team we've ever fielded".
So I played through it, and I was having one of those Jordan flu-game situations where I felt awful but was playing great, and we were leading for most of the game with me scoring 90% of our points. But then I started to get tired, and sure enough the other team fought back until their best player tied it up with about a minute to go with an and-one play. They were in the penalty and I got fouled with a few seconds left, tie game.
Knowing I only had to hit one to ice the game I thought we had been bailed out, because I'd been shooting a good percentage from the line lately. But the first rimmed out, and the second came up short. This was real tough man, we played damn hard as the underdogs to even be competitive in that game and I let myself and the team down.
For most people that was too long to read, but I needed to vent where people would actually get where I'm coming from. I'll tell ya, I'm starting to empathise with Lebron a bit (never thought I'd say that).
So that was my worst basketball moment right there, what's yours?
It was the 1st game of my 8th grade season, I had made the A team and I was really pumped about it. I had really worked hard in the offseason to get better, I was the only guy on my team who could grab the rim but I was still very raw because I picked up basketball later than the majority of my team.
So I'm sitting on the bench, 1st quarter....2nd quarter...3rd quarter...4th quarter?...and then with 15 seconds left in the game my coach puts me in. I was furious, apparently I had made the team as the 12th man and was THE last guy to go in by a long shot. I seriously almost quit the team the next day, but my parents talked me into staying out. I'm glad they did because I was playing varisty by my Jr. year and started as a Sr. and really had a pretty nice HS basketball run, but that 1st game my 8th grade year stuck with me....I think it helped motivate me, but it was still the worst I remember feeling on a basketball court.
My first ever left hand lay-up in front of the whole gym class - got a running start from the 3 pt line and went up with my left and it went over the backboard. Everyone laughed. I never attempted a left hand layup since :-(
there was two seconds left in the game and my team was up by one. One of the oppossing players fouled my teammate as he was in the act of shooting by and so he went to the line..he missed both shots but on the second shot i just zoned out..i got the rebound turned around and shot the half-court shot to end the game...It rolled around the rim for about five seconds then came out..My coach was pissed and the whole entire court was silent in my mind i thought i had shot on their basket to make the last second shot so when i went to our bench my coach was like do you know what you just did and im like no but i could tell that in his mind he was thinking WTF is up with this guy lol
Going for a wrap around pass and sandwhiched between 2 defenders causing me to land awkwardly. Tore my knee up and still have a HORRIBLE knee. Hasn't been the same since. I'm still quite athletic, but nowhere near like I was. Not to mention i can't land on my right leg or take off of it quite as often or it buckles and tries blowing out the side. This was 5 years ago.
Not really an embarrassing B-Ball moment, but definitely my worst. I had really started getting good as I was consistently a triple double threat and was really coming into my own as a point forward. Now, with my knee the way it is, I lost a LOT of confidence in my abilities and handle the ball FAR ess in ISO situations. More times than not, I go off ball a lot or run pick and rolls. Still a triple double threat, just not what I was. Terrible.
I was playing in a rec league senior year of HS about a year ago. We were up by 15 points with about 1 minute left in the game. I was still playing hard when I should have been taking it easy. I went up for a rebound, landed awkwardly on top of someones foot and I felt something wrong with my achillies when I started running back down the other side of the court. To this day it still it still hurts when I run or jump and I can't really play anymore until it gets fixed. I have been to a bunch of different doctors and none of them can figure out what is wrong with it. I am pretty much just regulated so shooting now when I have an open baasket because I can't do any physical activity. It really sucks.
I went up for a rebound and a guy on my team went up as well. The rebound went over him and he reached back hitting me in the mouth with his forarm (I'd gotten a running jump so was much higher than him). He cracked my front tooth in half. That stunk because a tooth isn't ever going to heal. I got it replaced and the replacement looks okay, but it isn't quite as good as having one's real tooth. Now I pretty much always play with a mouth guard.
There was a huge tryout for the team with little organization in the gym. I guess I didn't make myself stand out and I didn't make the team. A tiny asian kid made it over me. I was hurt and pissed.
So I joined a pretty competitive league at a local gym with a ton of motivation to play my heart out. I ended up starting and we wound up going undefeated and winning the "championship," and I was named defensive player of the league. I made the 8th grade team the next year. Failure to success.
That sucks BasedNeophyte, I got a stress fracture in my tibia which has never really healed properly and still gives me pain if I overdo it. Long-term injuries are the worst, I feel you man.
Tearing my knee apart in college. ACL & Meniscus total reconstruction, and MCL tear.
Came back too soon and re-tore the ACL a year and a half later.
I was playing in a rec league and I was playing really great, my team wasn't exactly the cream of the crop or anything so I had to play even harder. The game was really close up until the last couple minutes... where to this day I'm still bitter about what happened.
There was about a minute left in the game and we were down by one point. I had the ball and was taking my man one on one. I went to the basket and got (what I thought was) a reaching foul because a guy straight grabbed at my jersey and yanked me backwards (obviously a legal play..) and so I went up hoping to get a foul called. There was no whistle and right as I was going up for the floater, the guy I just beat basically jumped on my back. Still no foul. I missed the shot and the other team got it and started running up court to try to run out the clock. I caught up to him and poked the ball loose and ran after it but the guy tackled me. Still no foul (getting ridiculous). I watched as the ball rolled out of bounds but luckily the ref decided he'd give a pass and gave us the ball. There was only 10 seconds left in the game and the other team set up a halfcourt trap following a time out. I got the ball and dribbled around defenders until with about two seconds left, I put up a shot from just beyond half court. I sank it. The refs saw the ball going through the hoop as the clock buzzed. They thought it'd be funny to call it off. I don't think I have ever been as angry in a game as I was after that one.
Yea, it is really not a good situation to be in. I feel you too.
The worst thing about it was that I was training for a few months before this to be able to dunk. I threw I down a couple times about a week before the injury happened and it felt so good. Then, about a week later I injured it and all that work I put in went to waste. I guess it wasn't a complete waste though because I was actually able to dunk. I have hope though one day that my foot will get better and I will be able to start training and dunking again because the feeling you get when you dunk is one of the best feelings in the world.
This was a couple years back I had just started coaching it was my second year I was coaching a 7,8th grade team. My control of the team wasn't strong for the first season but it was good enough to make the city finals but lost by 15+ the team was crushed. I promised the returning players that next year was going to be different. The next season we came out gunning beating teams by 20 30 40 points some times. I had all the control I could want that season we racked up alot if banners when it came to the city tourney we met the team that beat us last season. It was close at first but the boys took over and we eventually won the tournament and advanced to the regional tournament. The confidence was high and we steamrolled over teams in group stages and made it to the final four . I had to take a leave due to personal reasons and missed the first five minutes I came back surprised to see we were down 10 so early. I tried everything I could but it wasn't our game our two best players got in foul trouble and we weren't getting any calls. We emended losing and I was down for days I blamed it on myself for not being there for the boys
Final home game of my senior year, a team mate outleted me the ball, im all by myself, I go up, extend my arm, BANG! Ball hits the front of the rim, I fall, ball rolls outta bounds... I''m 6'6 smh.
We were playing against the NJ Playaz in the Playaz Blow Up in Paterson, and we were getting killed and they were stalling on all of their possessions so we had to start pressuring the ball. Their point guard handed the ball off to my man and who started dribbling it out at half court, so I started to pressure him. I could tell that he wanted me to come out and play him so he could cross me up and humiliate me in front of the crowd. I was determined not to let this happen. He tried to pull a crossover on me but I cut him off nicely, however, I was slightly off balance, and he took one pound dribble after the crossover and used his off arm to push me to the floor. It felt horrible, when I got up and heard some people in the front row laughing at me. It's kind of frustrating that everybody thought I got crossed when I really didn't but it was probably a good thing for me, because now I know what it feels like to be laughed at like that, and I'll never let it happen again.
About two months ago we had a game that I was really pumped for. In warmups and earlier in the day, I was feeling it, and all my shots were falling. Well I had a terrible game, went 3-11 from the field, and missed the game tying three that maybe I shouldn't have took.
My team went into the postseason having the worst record. We then knocked off the 1st seed and 1 or 2 other teams. I was having a crazy postseason, averaging almost 20 points and 5 blocks. Afteer the 1st half of the championship game it was like 25 to 10 or something.Us down. We rallied and caught up with them, taking a 5 point lead, but we ended up losing it:( I really felt like we should have won and I wanted that game more than anything. I felt like my heart was just ripped out after the game. But I guess that's been good motivation this offseason.....
Fast break, tried to dunk for the first time in a real HS game, jammed it off the front of the rim and fell on my ass as the ball proceeded to roll out of bounds. Decided to stick to the finger roll throughout the rest of my HS bball career.
at 5'8" i decided i was gonna try and pin a layup on the backboard(i could grab rim but thats it). So this guy, he is about 6'5" gets a steal and im running up the center of the court, he is on the left side. I go up for the block but kind of bail out. I look up and he dunks it hard with contact from me. I lose balance and fall and slide into the mat behind the goal. Even my guys were holding their heads in towels so coach wouldnt see them laughing. It was embarrasing.
not taking it serious enough...
My first worst basketball moment came my senior year in high school against our district and city rivals. It was a jammed packed gym with over 15 scouts in the building. We were pressing in the 1st quarter and was on a little run. I back tapped a steal to one of my teammates and he kicked it ahead back to me. All alone with everyone standing up I blew the breakaway dunk and the other team went on a mini run. My coach yanked me out and didn't put me back in until the second half. My teammate went on to score 47 and steal my moment to shine in front of the scouts....my second was after playing juco I was balling out in a Summer league at the YMCA and I completely ruptured my right achilles. I never fully recovered or got the chance to continue playing college ball. Now it's straight softball and kickball for me....
Alright, since I've already given you my WORST B-Ball moment, I'll tell yah my most EMBARASSING. Pickup game, before my knee injury I was quite an absurdly good shotblocker. I thought I'd slide under the rim as my BROTHER came driving the lane. Had no idea he was able to dunk at that point, but I went straight up and our chests met perfectly as he I went straight down onto my back(hurt a LOT) as my brother slammed through contact. I was never able to quite get him back for that one. Had a nice reverse on him sometime later in a game of one on one where our backs met, but never anything quite like his poster on myself.
7th grade some where mid-season home game, through the whole season my shorts where way to big for me and I always had to pull up my shorts every 2, 3 plays but anyway some how the ball got loose I tryed to chase it down so, I dived for it as it was rolling out of bounds baseline towards all the cheerleader section and somehow my buttcheck pops out my shorts and all the cheerleaders were lauging and everybody else who saw it prolly one of the most embrassing things that ever happened to me even tho I was cool with all the cheerleaders but after that the coach had the manager duck tape the waist of my shorts every game... Also, missed alot of easy layups and fastbreak lay-ups
7th grade, we were smashing this team by 20. They are at the free throw line and I totally lose my train of thought. They miss their second free throw, I grab the board and in mid air make this sick putback....wrong bucket.....ooops. Thankfully we were mopping this team but it was a little embarassing.
I've never played organized ball before so...
...It was 8th grade gym class. The teachers divided the three gym classes into three conferences-The Big Ten, The ACC, and the SEC. The Big Ten was obviously all the athletic kids, the ACC was all the crap boys and a third of the other girls, and the SEC was the other 2/3's of the other girls. Mr. Weathreford vastly underestimated my skills, as I had shot around in my driveway since age 7. He put me in the ACC on the Duke Blue Devils team. Not only was I one of the best players in the ACC, but one of my teammates, Katie, was on the girls basketball team (not sure why she was in teh ACC, though). She was about six inches taller than me, and about as good. The rest of our team was an above-average girl, Cori, and two other non-factors, one guy and one girl. So we make it through the "regular season" undefeated, but, as the tourney goes along, our games our getting tougher and tougher. Our #3 player, Cori, got some kind of In-School Suspension thing so we had to play with 4 players the rest of the way. In the finals, we faced Florida St., I think, who we narrowly beat earlier. It was the obvious best two teams in the ACC. The scoring was, everything is one point, and it was tied with about 10 seconds left on the constant running clock. Their main players were one guy, Bryce, and one girl, Nickie, neither of whom seemed like athletes, but were both solid players. So Cori, on our team, was one of Nickie's best friends and so that helped distract her enought in our first game where she was not as much of a factor. But with no Cori, our teams were very evenly matched. So they have the ball with a few seconds left, Nickie gets the ball just right of the basket, gets the lay-up, and we don't even get the ball back up to the top of the key to check before the buzzer sounds. So even though no one else remembers that tournament but me, I am still a little angry. I was like the Jon Scheyer of our team, dropping dimes, stealing the ball, and shooting from deep. I would've gotten the MVP award if there was one, but hey, that's gym class basketball for you.
^ You think that's embarresing? We were playing flag football in gym for the past few weeks, and my spuad was really really bad. No one other than myself could throw or catch, and since one guy was fast(and I am ultra slow) they just let him run the ball the whole time, and we got crushed for the first couple weeks. Then our teacher decided to mix the teams up, and let team captains choose. Since guys were the captains last time, girls were the captains time. Apparently I was the 4th to last guy chosen, but I was sort of thrilled, meaning I though that there would be at elast one other good player on the team. WRONG! It was basically the old team with two new players, but one of the guys was good. We did well on day one, I decided to play QB, threw two TDs, one pick, and had an interception of my own, but we lost by one TD. The next day was a nightmare. We had zero blocking, and it got so bad that one time, the ball hadn't even gotten to me get, and I found that I started running before I even had the ball. The most embarresing point was when the snap was terrible, and really low, so I basically dove, and the second I got the ball, there were three people around me , so I throw it on my knees, and it gets intercepted and taken back to the house. On the bright side, I threw three TDs the next day, and ended the day with 6 Tds and Pick apiece. I would prefer to play reciever, but there was no one who could or wanted to throw.
My intramural football team has won 3 games in the last 3 years...