Friday night rolled around, it was the game we had all been working so hard for. Knowing we were seniors, we knew it would be the end of the journey. The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day. The time on the clock was 4:30 when the doorbell rang, fifteen minutes early. My three teamates were extremely anxious to get to the Kiel Center. I opened the front door and to my surprise the whole team was outside in their cars. They were all spiffed up in their shirts and ties, determined to win the game. As I threw my equipment in my friends car I was hoping that the next time I put it in there I would have a championship medal hanging around my neck. The caravan of about eight cars pulled away blaring the music of Van Halen and Metallica. I have never seen such a pumped up group of young men until then. My stomach was kind of queasy because of the great deal of nervousness that had come upon me. The team and I were cruising on highway forty heading away from the beautiful sunset that was occurring behind us. As we pulled into the parking garage for the players, I could feel the little tiny hair on the back of my neck stand up. The tension was great we knew the great challenge we were about to encounter. The garage gave me a feeling like I was some kind of celebrity that everyone wants to be. We unloaded our equipment out of the car and headed toward the locker room. The hallway was very silent as the team had become very focused. We all knew what had to be done. We passed all the security guards who all wished us good luck in our game. We finally arrived to our locker room where we all picked out a spot accordi...
