Possibly worse than ending up without a valentine on February 14 is the dreaded high school basketball playoff loss. It stings worse than frostbite (which, thank goodness we have been without this winter). It cuts deep for the many who work themselves hard year-round, but mostly from November to February.
In two days, I have been a part of two of these heartbreaking losses. I coach high school girls' varsity basketball, and my brother plays high school boys' varsity basketball. Friday night, my team lost by a tough, 6-point deficit. Yesterday, little brother's team went down by 10.
Both dealing with the same heartbreak, we are back in the gym today to shoot around with one another. Nothing like the hair of the dog to get you back on your feet! It has been years since I have played competitively. My college career was lackluster, ending after only two seasons, a transfer, and a transfer back to my original school. It doesn't matter, though, I love the game. I love to shoot, I love to score; I love to coach and teach the game to my girls.
Disappointment will always be a part of sport. Only one team can win it all. Maybe next year, little brother and I will see it through to a county championship. One thing's for sure, though: we will work as hard as we can to get there.
(Side Note: my husband also coaches girls' varsity basketball and his team is still in contention...Good luck to his girls!)
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