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Significant Event

Significant Event I had put on extra deodorant for that long-awaited day. I made sure the shoelaces on my new “Michael Jordan Pumps” were double knotted. The night before, I even ironed my jersey making sure my last name, Yung, was visible. “Is everyone twelve years old,” I thought to myself as I looked up at my competition towering over me… and my dad. I was on the verge of losing all confidence, I had no answer, my mind only registered an image of giant twelve year olds running me over in the race for a spot on the city league basketball team. But I had no time to doubt myself. Hadn’t I practiced everyday after school until my body begged me to stop? Even after my mom’s ineffective attempts to get me to eat dinner, I couldn’t go in yet; I had to get my lay-up just right. Everyday, with nothing but the chorus of crickets and mosquitoes as my company, I did the same drills to improve my basketball skills, the same exercises to build my strength, and held on to the same dream driving me to seek perfection. The buzzer sounded and the tryouts began. The coaches put us through drill after drill. “YES, made that shot and that shot!” Practice is paying off! They shouted their demands, but their voices lost its fierce intensity as my brain clouded from exhaustion. “Stop,” the coaches shouted in unison, signaling the end of the City League Basketball tryouts. I watched through glossy eyes as time passed and I was still not picked for any of the ten teams. The once crowded court was at one time a place of refuge from all the spectator’s stares and now it emphasized my “loser” status, as I was the only one left on the court without a team. “What am I supposed to do now,” “I made the shots,” “I completed all the drills,” “I know I’m better than that boy,” all possible explanations, questions, and criticism flooded my mind and took with it my confidence. Finally, one of the coaches took me in. Even though I found out Coach Jones “picked” me because he had drawn the shortest straw, I promised myself I would not disappoint him. The path to my dream was definitely going to be hard, being the last pick of the draft, I was deemed a “loser” already and my teammates had no respect for me. Amidst all the negative criticism I received from family and outsiders, telling me my “fantasy” to become the first Chinese NBA player were impossible and that the game of basketball never had Asians in mind, never once ended my love for the sport. As the first Asian player on the Winter Haven High Boys Basketball team I had to work harder, prove myself more, and take a lot of discrimination. Looking back, that city league basketball experience should have deterred me from ever striving for my goals, instead it has made me stronger. I have since transformed from a frightened little boy with no sense of dignity to an equal among my teammates and my peers. Like Coach Grant always said before a game, “We’re going to win because we have the only Chinese boy playing basketball in Polk County.” I can do anything. I’m going to win. So…college here I come. Bibliography:

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