My good-luck balloon

Tuesday, November 9, 2004

You know that feeling when someone kicks you in the stomach, that feeling of pain so bad that it takes the life right out of you? Two weekends ago, I experienced the most painful emotion to hit me in a really long time. Along with my 2005 senior, state-bound volleyball team, I played in the state-qualifying game. We had cruised through the rest of post-season and we were ready to get out admission tickets for the final four tournament. This was something that we had been working for our whole four years of high school. We were the dream team, the team that was going to get Notre Dame another state championship banner to hang on its wall. Every circuit, every push-up, every bus ride, everything was done in order to go to state our senior season. As I walked the long hallway back to our locker room, it hit me. We lost. We had actually gotten knocked out of our spot to go to state. Someone else was fulfilling the dream that had been ours for so long.

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