Game day - it was the game to win, to be declared the "champs", to be victorious. The gym would be packed, every seat taken. We had reserved seats but there were no tickets at will call. Our seats were 4th row, "look for the tie-dye t-shirt, black shorts and blue penny spread out over 6 chairs." It was a plan. We arrived and found our familiar seats and familiar faces around us, some cheering for our team, some cheering against them.
The opposing team brought 2 bus loads of students and local fans. The students were geared up and ready to cheer. They were dressed in team colors, fun costumes and other attire that brought grins and wonderment. The "boos" were the most surprising. When our team exited the locker room and positioned themselves for their pre-game huddle they were met with loud boos as they came through the door. The parents stood and cheered and tried to overcome the low dissenting tone. Two students left the stands and came within arms reach of several players. They were pointing and mocking them. I assumed they were caught up in the fanfare and didn't realize they were too close. An adult quickly ushered them back to their seats.
The game was to be exciting and physically challenging by two teams that have met many times before. Each one taking turns as the victor from seasons past. But this season was different. Our team had overcome previous defeats and won both in-season games. A third win would secure the conference title.
photo credit to Mr. Godfrey |
The National Anthem was sung, starting line-ups announced and the tip-off whistle blown. It was a great match up between two strong teams. Our team lead the scoring throughout the game until the last few minutes with cheers, whistles and fouls, shots made and missed. In the end, the opponent tied us and went ahead and we couldn't recover. They won by 3 points. Their fans left the stands and joined the winners on the court. While I could say "congratulations" and "good game" to those around me, I couldn't stay long to watch the festivities. It would be difficult to watch their chosen player climb the ladder and cut the net on our court. Our team had been number one in the conference all year and fell to second place in a matter of minutes.
We gathered for what had been planned as a celebratory meal. There were tears, hugs, and hope for Monday. Hope for the at-large bid that could be granted to a nationally ranked team that just didn't finish that final game the way they had wanted. That bid came today. It came with a host position, home court advantage. Come Friday, we'll fill our seats again and cheer once more for a group of girls that will give their all.
Photo credit to Mr. Godfrey |