Narative

Aidan Bradley May 21, 2012 L&L 3 Mrs.Dabrush

Narrative

It was a bright spring afternoon, when Freddie Bradston got the acceptation letter to go to Kanas University. He needed to go to collage, if not he would be drafted to become a military soldier. In four months he will be on his way to KU.

As the clock ticked down to the last week, moving day was going to include insanity in which he can not comprehend. He was told that his roommate was going to be John Toleten, a famous athlete from his hometown where he won nationals for football. Hopefully this guy wasn’t a psychopath or anything.

“Hello?” He said knocking on the dorm door shyly. Before he could react, the door swung open releasing the scent of bad, musky cologne. The man standing just inches away from the doorframe, wore a KU sweatshirt, jogging pants, and sneakers. “Hey man, you must be my new roommate? Whats your name, Fred, or Freddie or.” “It’s Freddie, Freddie Bradston. You must be..” Getting cut off before he could make any memory of his name “Johnny, Johnny man! Don’t forget that, okay? “Alright, well, um, might as well get settled in.” “Cool man, I’m really hyped so I’m gonna go for a run. You wanna come?” “No, I..I, think I’m good.” “Alright man, alright check you around.”

During the last several hours inside of the dorm was assembling his part of the place, listening to John’s very complex and interesting story, and meeting his teachers. During the past day, he’s met most likely the only roommate who has energy drinks as a major food group.

The weekend was somewhat pleasant, Johnny being over at his parents visiting, and Freddie, going back and forth from home and KU picking up several necessities for living. Pretty how the rural Kanas looks like, cornfields and cows every stretch of mile to be seen.

The following months of learning American History and Algebra was somewhat getting into a routine everyday. Wake up, listen to John blabber, eat breakfast, walk half way across campus to my first class, eat, walk back and listen to John blabber once again. There has been a rumor going on about a new sport that was made in Massachusetts. Springfield, or Sprirefield or something-field. He was told that it was called Basketball, and might be interested into trying out, because that man who founded it is going to start working here.

One day when going through my normal route, there was a flyer on the bulletin board, little tryout forms for the “Basketball”. He and 20 other guys all about the same hight, 5’ 9” or 6’ 2”. Standing in the gymnasium awaiting for instructions. Down the hallway came Dr. James Naismith, the one who invented Basketball, holding a soccer ball, hooking up two peach baskets on opposite sides of the gymnasium.

“Alright, welcome to the KU basketball tryouts.” James Naismith said. “This sport is not like any other, instead of kicking, or swinging, the players objective is to get this ball into the opposite teams hoop. The players must bounce the ball across the court, if the player holding the ball runs without bouncing it, they will get a foul. Does everybody got that?” He yelled.

“Yes coach.” Said the players lazily.

Everybody was confused, wandering around. About twenty minuets of trying to understand the fundamentals of the game. The players started building skill.

After weeks and weeks of perfection of the sport, it started to spread out in America.