Journal #32

A memoir can be a number of things, and while they normally come about later in life, I am being asked to write one today about what I did over my winter break. While winter break was very fun, I did not do very much except for basketball. I could probably pull a memoir from one of our practices, because our coach, Paul Kastner, is very philosophical. He always manages to come up with new sayings and ties normal life into basketball. However, I will be writing a memoir of one of our games.We played a number of games over break because we had a tournament in Beardstown. We were playing decently well, and we had worked very hard throughout the game. The other team was definitely better than us, and while we were doing our very best, it seemed like none of our shots would go through the hoop. We had good shots and we passed the ball very well. We worked hard to get open, had very few turnovers, and we were talking to each other well, but it seemed like nothing would fall for us. We were also playing very good defense, staying low and not getting beat, but it seemed like they would shoot anyway, and no matter how awful the shot, it would go in. Coach Kastner understood that we were trying our best. He always found something to yell at us about, because that is his job, but he also yelled at the referees quite often. He knew that they were not helping our cause with their calls, and he was not about to let them forget it. This was it. The last few minutes of the game. We were down by quite a few, but if we made a run for it, we had a chance. We played our hearts out and were all over the floor going for loose balls, but alas, we lost. I realized, soon after our game was over, that while sometimes one's best is not enough, it will always be satisfying to do one's best, because that way the person knows that the other team was just better and there was nothing else they could do.