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Life on the pine may be difficult for some, but I thrive upon it. Filling up water bottles to the perfect height, screaming with every shot that goes in and always being optimistic are things that I pride myself on. It takes a lot of hard work to be successful, but I have put in tons of effort in order to make myself the perfect benchwarmer, a challenge that not many people are eager to accept.
Thirty two minutes per game has allowed me more time than I prefer to consider my position on the team and ways of improving it. From “accidentally” falling on the point guard’s ankle during practice to learning how to hit half court shots, nearly everything has crossed my mind. After careful thought and much deliberation, I have come to one conclusion: basketball may not be the sport for me.
Rather than give up just like that, I was determined to have my status as cheerleader revoked. I hit the weight room hard three days a week after school, sprinted alone in dark gyms and took jump shot after jump shot in the off season until my arms wanted to fall off. Still, that was not enough. I sprinted with weighted shoes, dribbled tennis balls around my driveway and stopped eating McDonalds. Finally as the first game of the season approached I was excited to show off my new skills and actually become a contributing member of the team.
The first quarter came and went, then the second, the third, and the fourth. I had not played a single minute, even when we were up by forty with four minutes left in the last quarter. On the surface it appeared my hard work had been in vain, but that was not the truth.
Toiling away day after day in the gym had taught me something valuable. Working hard allowed me to be proud of myself, even if I was not successful in reaching my goal of playing in a game, if only so for a minute. However, I had achieved my goal of becoming a better basketball player. I can’t complain about not playing in the game, apparently others, mainly my coach, did not think I improved as much as I did. Hey, there’s always next year, right?
Lessons learned in basketball have allowed me to improve in other areas of my life. Not understanding the loop rule in physics? Study harder. Can’t get that girl in your English class? Stop stumbling over your words and saying stupid things to her. Now that I have the right mentality, I am ready to approach college with the same attitude that has led me to success, or lack thereof, in basketball. I’m waiting to get off the bench in the game of life that I have so far been sitting on and move on to the next “season” that awaits me.