My sophomore year, I didn't quite make JV, but there were enough players at my high school (prep) to make a thirds team.
I don't quite remember my stats line for the night, but I do remember having a great all-around game on the road one time. I distinctly remember having the ball in my hands as the first half winded down: I checked the clock, took one dribble, stepped behind the 3-point line, and calmly canned it at the buzzer. After the game, the opposing coach shook my hand and said, "Exceptional game, #32." One of my classmates who was standing behind me in line and overheard that would bust that line out periodically over the course of the season.
Another memory: road trip, arriving at the opponent's gym to discover I had, inexplicably, forgotten to pack my sneakers. Had to borrow them from a teammate.