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I have tried to stay away from this subject and not write about it, but I can’t. I am kind of lost with ideas on what to write about and I feel like I can really put some voice into this post entry. So how am I broken? Basketball is the answer. No, I did not break a leg or arm, but the game on Wednesday the 28th of May, kind of broke me down. This game was the finals of the ACTION tournement that we played for our school. This final game was my first and last at the middle school I attend. I was not very emotional before the game and just thought about it as just another game. However, I time grew on me and the tip off was getting more intense minute by minute.

In spanish class was kind of exciting, but also worrying. Spanish was my class before I would get let out to the blue court with red and white lines for basketball and volleyball. In spanish class, with a bunch of tiny 5th graders, we had to make a gadget the we could use for school in the future. All I could think about was making some kind of basketball or gadget that would automatically make you win a sports game. This said because our last game against our rivals MBS was an overtime thriller in which we won by one point.

I shot my hand for the ball and felt the rock in my hands. In the first quarter, playing point gaurd, I stole the ball from their point and was on my way. I could feel the sweat and deep long breaths pounding against me and back off. I was on my way to about half court when I felt the tug and pull of one of their players on me and my jersey. I did’t panic, no, but I got furious. With the stakes so high, I jumped, yelled, and pushed everyone off of me. I knew from this moment that the adrenalin in my small little 5′2″ body were not going to give up, but it had just started to begin. The game continued and CDS (my school) were playing horrible. None of our shots would even have the courage to fall through the orange and white hoops. We were down, and down bad. Bad meaning about 22-11 in a middle school game. We have never been down before like we were then. During the season, we sufferd 6 and 8 point defeats in leads but always rebounded back to win those games. Down 22-11 with no one making shots we used to and our best shooter 0 for 9, our heads were down like we just lost the game.

The whistle blew for half time, and I was a certified mad man. I was mad and angry that we were getting killed in this game because I knew we are/were better then them and we should be winning. I needed to calm myself down the athletic director told me so I chugged a whole bottle of water and went back on the court for shoot-around time. I was surprised that I started to feel and get into my groove right before the half started by draining a few long shots, so I kand of had a good feeling, but nothing over the defecit we were in.

Third quarter was pretty much the same, depressing.

The fouth qaurter was magic, kind of. We were hitting on all cylinders and were on fire. Starting off we had great defense using a one-three-one sag zone defense and shut down their monster and shooter. On the other side of the court, our shooter started the run with a three pointer (first of the game) and then we fed him the ball a few more times and he shot them down with ste up shots and off balanced one foot shots in the corner. We were doing, making our run, a 20-2 run that was. I have never been in this situation and I could definantly feel the adrenalin now. We were leading MBS 33-27. Whoof, it went downhill from there. With shots no going down and our defense struggling, and a couple of inexperienced playes, we found our self doen 34-33 with ten seconds left. As they brought the ball up the court, our defense stood, but immaturaty showed off. Right when our player got the pall at half court, he looked up at the clock and saw 4.3 seconds left. Never being in this situation, he chucked up an airball, and felt miserable doing it. Going out of bounds with 1.4 seconds left, we were caught, stuck and depressed. MBS called a timeout and got the ball for an inbounds play . We played man to man and it payed off doing so. Our red hot shooter stole the ball and took a bonce and shot a half court shot. As I looked up, I thought no way, then all of a sudden, it hit the backboard then jingled off of the rim and fell to the right, going staright doen to the floor, not hitting anything. Longest second of my life, we lost. Why? Why did it have to end this way? I felt the tingle in my feet and knew that we lost. I had no feelings after that because I couldn’t, I couldn’t get into my own mind. I was broken.