None of us were happy; we knew we were too good to not still be practicing. We could all see the seriousness on our coach’s face. We had no clue what we were about to be told. Inside we were all hoping he was about to tell us a team cheated and we were going to make the playoffs in their spot like seen in many movies. We all knew this wasn’t
December 3 2015 was the Newton Railers seventh grade basketball team second away game. I was waiting all day for the basketball game it seemed like the day was endless. Finally 2:50 came up on the clock to let me know it was time to leave class and get ready to get on the bus. I got all my gear and got on the bus. I put my headphones on a got pumped for our game.
This was the big game that we were all looking forward to. This team that we are playing are our rivals. If we were to win this game then we would be region champions. We all got into the bus and put our headphones in. No one said a word to anyone.
The second I was on the field I knew my team had the game won. All I could see around me was a group of men ready for war. I couldn’t be more ready for my last home opener so after I did what I do when the unexplainable happens, accept it. I ran to the 45 to the 35 to the 20, hoping to find the kick returner. 8 months waiting for this moment all the sweat, pain, 100 degree sun beaming UV rays to my face.
It was a playoff game for football who ever wins gets to go to the championship game. We where down by a touchdown and everybody was giving up to where I was about to give up. But I remembered what my dad had always told me" failing while trying is better than failing because you gave up." So it inspired me to, then I also had to inspire my team that we was going to win. And it worked, the next play we scored tie game.
Championship game day, the game started off good and we were really close, tied as a matter of fact until the bottom of the sixth it was the last inning we had to hold them to go to extra innings. One runner got walked the next got a hit so the first runner got to third then we got two outs. Then their best hitter comes up and it was a full count and he hits a single and they win. Now Briggs and I were very competitive, so we took it pretty hard.
At the time we were fighting for our team 's playoff lives and if we wanted any chance of going there, we needed to win this game and we did, in overtime. Once it was all over and set in stone, I just collapsed to the ground in exhaustion and just completely overwhelmed with emotion.
The first half went by terse with my team up 3-1. When the second half started, me and all the other eight year olds went out to glistening green field. We played one of the best games we ever had. We ended up winning 4-1, but not after someone and I kicked the ball at the same time, breaking my foot.
My eyes sprang open like a mouse trap as the obnoxious noise of my alarm clock went off at five a.m. Usually I would just sit there in my pitch black room wanting to go back to sleep,but today I was ready for the game in twelve hours. I was thinking about it all throughout school,and talking to it about with my friend Kyle. He had zero confidence in us which made me kinda disappointed after all that training we did. Later when I arrived at the destination I went straight to the locker room in the back of the school.
We lost in the Regional Championship game on a comeback. We played a great game, but that wasn’t enough. If I would have passed a second earlier, if I would have taken the shot, if I would have taken the defender one-on-one could that have changed the game? Tears welled up in the eyes of the whole team. We were frustrated and disappointed.
As the others and I got on the field, Coach Robbie held me back and reminded me in encouraging words, “ Be a leader out there.” I nodded to show I understood and jogged back on the field, “Let’s go guys!”. In 25 minutes out of the 30 minutes of the half we had tied USAI 1-1 giving our team the final burst of energy to win the game. I had loved every second of it, the grass making me see green everywhere, the yells of my parents on the sideline, but most of all the competition.
We had practiced for four hours every day, from Monday through Friday. As the four weeks began to come to a close, I pushed myself harder than ever before. On the last day of those four excruciating weeks, Coach Elias called us all off of the field one by one to let us know our placement on the teams, JV, or Varsity. When he called my name.
On a warm Saturday morning at four in the morning and I could hear my mother washing clothes outside. I could hear the water splashing on the ground as my mother was shouting at my sister to wake me up. As soon as I was awake, I got ready for practice because, every game day, we would wake up early so we could go jogging as a team. I met up with my teammates at our team captain’s home to wait for our coach. When he got there, he told us that we were jogging to the beach, which was a surprise to us because this was an important game for the team and he decided to take us to the beach to practice for it.