Our daughter just finished her first season with the varsity basketball team at the high school. I'd like to say she PLAYED her first season with them, but the reality was, she sat the bench. Thankfully she swung down and played JV, but I'd be lying if I said she wasn't disappointed about being the only sophomore on varsity (the one other sophomore was injured) and the only one who really didn't play much all season.
Last week her team made it to the state playoffs at the Augusta Civic Center, but was eliminated in the quarter-finals. Not surprisingly, it was an emotional night. For the five seniors on the team, it was the last basketball game they would play for their high school. For everyone else, it was a sudden, surprising end to a very good season.
As we drove away from the civic center that night, we were all in a bit of shock. This was the end of a very, very busy season. 2+ hour practices every day (including saturdays), late night mid-week games, homework into the wee hours of the morning, sleep deprivation, fast food suppers on the road, the cost of gas, the cost of getting into games, the cost of rarely being home... you get the idea. While we were sad that it was over, we were also incredibly relieved.
It reminds me of how I felt in college once final exams ended. After all the late nights, study groups, cramming, etc., after the last final, I was still in study mode for several days. I even had nightmares about it. Sort of like Stockholm Syndrome. As hard as it was, you feel like you aren't quite ready to go back to the real world when it's over.
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