My Last Senior Game

It was my last basketball game of the season. I will remember it. This game was different from my previous games. It was my final game of high school. There were many things that happened before that game. It was a truly eventful day.

When I woke up that day, I was sad but happy this was my last game. I was getting ready, and as I looked down to my nice clean warm-up jersey, I put it on knowing this was the last time I was going to wear it before a game. I collected all my basketball gear and shoved it in my bag, trying to get out of the house as fast of possible. When I arrived at school kids in my class where making fun of me and the team. They were asking us how bad we were going to lose. We were playing our rivalry school at Kamiak. We only lost to them about ten point last game.

I was so excited we had a pep assembly that day for all of the sports. To get us hyped up for the game. We had a contest with the varsity people. We played a game called “bump” loser had to get pied in the face in front of the entire school. It was a bummer we lost. It was not good seeing the pie hit your face, it smelled as it sat out for days and it was chunky. After the boys pied us in the face we decide to pick up chunky whip cream and put it all over the boy’s basketball team. To get them back. At the end it was every wear. We rather got in trouble but it was worth it. All the girl players ran into the locker room, discussing what just happen. I look down at my warm-up jersey that was clean at one time. My hair smelled like rotten milk!

The worse part of this was I did not have a ride home. I ended up going home with my friend Kiara who was on the team and her mom was the JV coach. It was nice of her to let me and another girl named Brittney goes home with her. We got to her house; racing to see who got the bathroom first, I lost. I gathered our entire warm up jersey, and helped Kiara put them in the washing machine. Now it was my turn to wash the smell out of my hair. They did not have the right hair products; they only had black hair product. Their conditioner was like paste, so my hair still smelled dreadful. After I was done Kiara’s mom kept bugging me to get something to eat, but she got irritated when I kept asking where everything was. She said, “You know where everything is. Why do you keep on asking me? You have been here like dozens of time.” Then it was time to go to the game. I was making fun of Kiara’s mom that her pants were wrinkle. She slapped the back of my head. We gathered our shirts up but they were not dry yet.

We went back to the school. As everyone gathered to get on the bus, people were laughing at me because my hair still smelled of rotten milk. I got to Kamiak knowing that this was my last game, and it would be the last time playing with my teammates. We have been playing basketball with each other for a couple of years, so we had a special bond. We were like a family and we did everything with each other. I was trying to stay focused on the game, but it did not work because I could still smell the pie in my hair. I rubbed some lotion in my hair to see if that would make my hair smell better, but it only made it worse.

It was varsity’s turn to play basketball. We had to meet in the locker room to get focused on the game. I was determined to win. I got on the court to do our routine warm up, thinking it was my last game. The game started. As first quarter ended I still had not gotten to play. I turned to my bench buddy Shewit, and I asked her if we’re ever going to play. Half time approach and I still had not played. This girl who was worse than me got to play, so I felt like I was being punished. After third quarter the score was pretty close. I was happy that we weren’t losing. As fourth quarter hit I turn to Shewit, and we put our warm-up jerseys on. I figure I was not going to play. There were two minutes in the game left. Then I turned to my mom and she had the look on her face like the one where she felt sorry, for me. I was so mad at the coach because it was my last game and he did not put me in. I cried at the end, I could not hold in my tears. That was the first time anybody saw me get emotional.

That is why I will remember my last game of playing basketball. That day was truly eventful. The worse thing is my coach never told me why he never played me that night. I have never talked to him again.