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The crowd was roaring and ecstatic, the smell of stale peanuts could be smelled all across the large concrete rectangular shaped object. In the box, the gallant men and women were storming down the court, like a lightning storm striking down on a large metropolitan city. These gallant men and women are basketball players. In my yester years I viewed a basketball player like that of a roman god. In primary school my desire to become a basketball player grew immensely. The basketball court became my sanctuary, as I spent most my time honing my skills and perfecting my game. My parents, however, did not place me in a league until around the 5th grade, during the tryouts I tried my heart out and gave it my all. The outcome was not a favorable one, I did not make the A-team, instead I was placed on a lower level team. Quite frankly, I was pleased to be playing basketball, which was my love and joy in this world. As the years went on, I finally became recognized by the basketball community as a solid performer and was finally placed on the A basketball team...