The End

Somehow, it's just not possible. When something is part of your life for so long - you live it every single day, and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to cope, to really realize that it's gone. The season wasn't supposed to end the way it did. The quote, "What you expect to happen rarely ever does" certainly rings true. So third place isn't the end of the world, or 8 losses compared to 23 wins. But it feels like it. Chalk it up to a ten-hour day and 3 matches (9 games total) in a row. It's extremely challenging mentally and physically. More than anything, I'm going to miss it. The bus rides, the sweating disgustingly and uncontrollably, the drills, the staying after school, the pregame warmups, the victories - everything. And the stupid stuff...like when we stopped to eat in Sedalia and Vejay and Serena and Jayme and I went over to the Long John Silver's/A&W and they were out of hamburgers and Vejay got mad and found the Root Beer fountain with the barrell and was amazed by it - even though she didn't like Root Beer, and then we all got pirate hats and wore them in Taco Bell to eat...stuff like that that's gonna make me miss it more than anything. I can't say that the switch to Libro wasn't necessary, because it was for me, but it was somewhat of a surprise. I just wish that I could have done better. Libro is an unforgiving position mentally, because even if you have a perfect pass, the setter or the hitter can easily bobble it, thus making your work seem unsuccessful. And of course, in the event of a bad pass, that's your fault, too. Next year is a long way off, and I've realized (with some help) that there's obviously time for more hard work and improvement. For the time being, I'm gonna be devastated though, seeing that now I have nothing to do. Club is starting up in about 2 weeks, but it's just not the same. Hopefully Ric will be a good coach ;) (knock on wood). It will be interesting, nonetheless. Guess I'll just have to deal with the nothingness for a little while, and sooner or later, I'll be grateful for the rest and relaxation. And time to take Molly for a walk, or ride my bike. When one door closes, another opens, right?


Some things in this world
They don't make sense
Some things you don't need
Until they leave you
They're the things that you miss