Look up to the scoreboard. 3,2,1.
Longest 3 seconds of my life.
The crowd goes Crazy.
Charges the field and joins the Team dog pile in the middle of the field.
A stampede of news reporters come rushing at me....
And right past me to the Blue and White dog pile in the middle of the field.
I walk Alone I walk alone.
I fall to my knee,
Tear drops run down my dirty face and fall on my grass stained maroon jersey.
Look up at the score board...
I walk alone I walk alone.
Start to stumble towards my side line.
Pass the swarm of blue and white.
Hear parents telling their juniors"you'll get it next year, don't worry."
I'm a senior.
I walk alone I walk alone.
Step on to the bus.
Only sound i hear is sniffing noses.
Only thing I see is top of teammates heads.
Walk to my "lucky seat" that I sit in every time.
Look out the window past marker on the window that says, "TAKE STATE"
I see a broken dream...
I walk alone I walk alone.
That's really good I like how at the beginning you get people thinking that they won but then to have them find out they didn't. Great job.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your transaction from the feeling of winning to the disappointment of loss. Keep up the great writing.
ReplyDeleteThis was good. My favorite line: "I'm a senior." Nothing special there, but it worked. You're not being overly dramatic. Just one player's broken dream. Well done.
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