ENGL. 1113 (10AM)
A Championship Short Lived
Street lights flicker over the rusted yellow bus as we travel over the road. I hear the screeching of the brakes and tires. The driver kills the engine, signaling we have arrived at our destination. The folding doors slam open, letting the winter air sweep the inside of the vehicle like a tsunami. The coach then yells “Everyone Off!” The rumbling of bags and feet shuffling across the floor rings throughout the bus. We begin to shuffle out one by one. As I step off, snowflakes continue to fall, covering the land like a blanket. Every step I take towards the building makes the knot in my stomach tighten, not out of nervousness but out of anxiousness. As I look around my teammates, with how on-edge and jittery everyone seems to be walking, I can tell they feel the same as I do. As I pass a sign, everyone stops and stares I stop, and up on the sign is proof that our arduous six month journey had been indeed fruitful. The sign read “Colorado 5A State Championship: Manitou Springs High School vs. West Grand High School”.
As I entered the building, bright lights, and the smell of popcorn, along with the warm air being circulated throughout small room, had engulfed my senses like a wildfire. I continued walking with my team until we finally entered the actual gymnasium of the building, the dark oak running parallel from basket to basket. The sound of balls hitting the ground repeatedly drowned all sound in the gym. Like a mini earthquake, it could be felt throughout the hardwood as I looked across court, I could see the opposing team beginning to warm up, setting up the traditional lay-up lines. It took me a minute to register the fact that my name was being called and it wasn’t until a hand had firmly grasped my shoulder that I turned around to see the extended arm of my friend Jeremy Ross
Jeremy asked, “Are you ready?” I could only reply with a confident smile which said it all. He...