One Loss Worth A Thousand Tears

By Lexy Yeager '23

The third blow of the whistles rings in our ear
Seniors dropping to the ground while tears slowly fall off their sweaty faces
The end of your first and other last game has ended
We watch as the other team celebrates their victory
We wonder what it would be like to hold the plaque
I feel like Alex Morgan after losing the World Cup
Nothing during this moment could make me happy
We shake hands with the winning team with nothing but anger towards them
The cool November air blows through my face
But the sense of anger surrounds me
Walking towards our bags with our heads down and tears dripping off our faces
Girls crying like they lost a family member
A simple game that I will never forget
Next year we will get our redemption