If you have ever been through an entire basketball season then you understand. Sometimes, some games, you just pray that you can squeak out a win. You know the games: missed layups, turnovers abound, and balls are flying everywhere. The game is ugly but all you can do is be thankful for the win. Saturday’s game, the sixth win of the year, was one of those.
We started off real strong, ahead 20-8 after just five minutes but then who knows what happened. The game stayed close the rest of the way and we ended up winning, mostly on free throws, in the end. There were a lot of broken plays and somehow we would come up with the loose ball or one of those where the ball gets tipped by three different people and lands in one of our players hands who happens to be wide open underneath the basket.
Personally, it was my worst game of the year. Not because I only had six points (I only took six shots), not because I only had six rebounds, but because I wasn’t reliable. I turned the ball over with the best of them and if nothing else, I always count on myself to take care of that thing. Ever since I was little it was drilled into my head to protect the ball at all costs because it is, obviously, the most important thing on the court. And I didn’t. Luckily, basketball is not an individual sport and one of our back up four players stepped up, had her best game, and did the things that I couldn’t do.
As far as my play is concerned I have to have a short memory but then again, “those who don’t remember the past are doomed to repeat it.” We got out of that gym with a win and in a week or so no one is even going to remember how we got it. Because guess what? It doesn’t matter. In the end, a win is a win is a win. I have a feeling I’ve said that many times before.