First off, i just have to say that it's been a long freaking time since i've written anything. not that anyone noticed, but i did. i've gotten so busy with everything that this simple thing has taken not just a back seat, but more of an attached to the hood kind of position. so with that being said, let me just jump right back in as if i haven't been missing...
throughout my provo collegiate career intramurals have been a ton of fun. Joe was the first to have the real driving passion to win an intramural championship and wear that coveted t-shirt. ok, well maybe the t-shirt doesn't even matter, but actually winning does. We've played flag football and basketball, both men's and co-ed. every season we thing we're going to do great. we keep getting older, and the competition stays the same age, right? yeah, our age isn't helping us at all. we've never really been close to winning the whole thing. i've had fun participating, but it'd be even more fun if we actually won.
Having never actually gotten that close, it was very easy to get excited watching Cheri play her basketball season. I've been to as many of her basketball games as i could attend, and they're always fun. It's seriously an awesome time watching her bring the ball up the court and control the game. every high school game i watched it was obvious she was crucial to her team's success. So of course this intramural season would be too.
The season went along and they didn't do too good. Granted they also let practically all girls on the dorm floor play with them. Tournament comes along and it's time to make the cuts. and thank goodness they did. Cheri's team was great. it was awesome to watch them tear up teams by 20 or 30 points. yeah, they're that good. and it was really fun to shout out "shoot it" whenever cheri had the ball outside the 3-line. You know, much like everyone in provo would yell the same thing whenever jimmer brought the ball past half-court? this was similar. And with every shot cheri would make, or steal, or assist, we'd all let out raucous roars and "wahoo!'s". some more raucous than others.
last night was cheri's championship game. championship. i've never played in one of those. in all my years, i've not been this close. now cheri, in her first year is playing for that shirt. they played against a native american team. all the girls but 2 were native american. the other 2 were white. one amazon sized, and the other irrelevant. the n.a.'s went up 6-0 quick. then cheri's team played great and forced shiz tons of turnovers and only let them score two more points, meanwhile scoring 9 of their own. cheri's up at half.
second half comes along and it seems like the game was mostly under control. then the n.a.'s heaved up a few desperation 3's toward the end of the game and were making them all. our team is down 1 and the other team has the ball. comes down to free throws and rebounding. unfortunately the tribe handled it much better and owned both of those categories that last couple minutes and won the game. total heartbreak. we were all crushed. but cheri was even more crushed. after the game we tried to approach her and you could see just how pissed she was. she had fire. white man fire for winning.
she had that same fire that we've all been experiencing the last few years. now it's an entire family desire to get that championship. she's joining the rest of us when we all say, "there's always next year." and hopefully next year they can find that elusive sought-after title.
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