Tonight was the night I had anxiously been waiting for. Many people doubted my abilities, but tonight was my time to prove them wrong. There had been a lot of controversy of having a Freshmen on the Varsity basketball team. It was discussed that I wasn’t ready for the speed of the game that there would be too much pressure on someone so young and lastly how it would affect my peers. How would the Senior girls react to having someone younger, playing over them? Against all odds, the coaches saw potential in me and I was put on Varsity, being eager to accept this challenge and prove to everyone why I was here. When I stepped into the gym to start warming up, the smell of sweat and popcorn filled the air. Our warm up music began playing and I was ready.
It was the first home game and my nerves were through the roof. My palms were sweating worse than a construction worker on a 90-degree day. During the National Anthem I felt like the crowd could hear my heart pounding. Trying not to let my anxiety get the best of me, I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves. Once I was put into the…show more content… Once in a while when I did get a pass it was thrown so hard at me that it wasn’t even catchable. Intimidating, dirty looks, rude comments directed straight at me during the school day. Talking loud enough so I could hear what they were saying “Brandi isn’t even that good, no one even wants her on the team.” Along with girls in my grade who I had been friends with for years. They stopped talking to me, because I wasn’t on the same team as them anymore. I would walk over to where they were sitting and they would get up and move away from me. Even some parents jumped on the bandwagon and complained to the Athletic Director because I was a freshmen playing over their kid, who had been on Varsity prior. This transition was tough, how can you feel so good about something, but so bad at the same
