The rain pouring violently with the sounds of deafening roars. The torrent of cloudburst crashing on top of my mom’s car. The rain is the thundering of God’s anger. The cataract of rain pouring off the car like a river into a waterfall.
“I can’t believe we lost,” I fulminated.
No response came from the driver as she was ‘concentrating hard on driving’.
Without distinguished my mom’s silence, I rambled on, “ We were better than that school, if we only had not gotten our best players fouled out because the refs made stupid calls, we would have won.”
I gazed out the window bitterly and angrily.
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After a restless night, I dragged my feet to my first class. My friends were already there waiting for me. I reached up …show more content…
We should have won. It was all the refs fault,” I conversed angrily. “I mean, Yaaah, the refs did make some stupid calls, like that one play when Carter supposedly hit the other guy.” “And also when Matthew got rammed by the other guy on the team and the refs didn’t see it, so we had to sub instead of the refs also give the other person a foul.” “I mean the other team only won because the refs sucked at their job. So they were totally lucky that the refs didn’t do anything and favored them,” I ranted on with the topic at hand. …show more content…
We showed them what we got and … well they just did better. It doesn’t matter, we will go home and practice and improve our skills to be better next year. Anyways, good job everyone we had fun, didn’t we?!” “Yes coach,” enthusiastic shouts emerged. Who cares about having fun, it's being the best and winning that makes others care, not yourself. I thought. Thereupon I went back to put on my basketball shoes and tied them.
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Subsequently to the game, we all stumbled into Culver’s. The restaurant smelled of grease and burgers. The smell of french fries overpowering the room. The soda dripped down the side of the paper cup made its way to the table. The sound of people talking and the occasional laugh and shout satiated the room’s atmosphere. I started to see what everyone was talking about that winning is not important when you had fun. Proximate to determinate comprehend that, I started laughing and joining in conversations with my teammates.
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Thereafter the game when I had entered the car, may mom had said, “Good job today Noah. You played really well.” I started suddenly and responded shakily, “ Thanks mom.” “Just to let you know that I am very proud of you
“I can’t believe we lost,” I fulminated.
No response came from the driver as she was ‘concentrating hard on driving’.
Without distinguished my mom’s silence, I rambled on, “ We were better than that school, if we only had not gotten our best players fouled out because the refs made stupid calls, we would have won.”
I gazed out the window bitterly and angrily.
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After a restless night, I dragged my feet to my first class. My friends were already there waiting for me. I reached up …show more content…
We should have won. It was all the refs fault,” I conversed angrily. “I mean, Yaaah, the refs did make some stupid calls, like that one play when Carter supposedly hit the other guy.” “And also when Matthew got rammed by the other guy on the team and the refs didn’t see it, so we had to sub instead of the refs also give the other person a foul.” “I mean the other team only won because the refs sucked at their job. So they were totally lucky that the refs didn’t do anything and favored them,” I ranted on with the topic at hand. …show more content…
We showed them what we got and … well they just did better. It doesn’t matter, we will go home and practice and improve our skills to be better next year. Anyways, good job everyone we had fun, didn’t we?!” “Yes coach,” enthusiastic shouts emerged. Who cares about having fun, it's being the best and winning that makes others care, not yourself. I thought. Thereupon I went back to put on my basketball shoes and tied them.
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Subsequently to the game, we all stumbled into Culver’s. The restaurant smelled of grease and burgers. The smell of french fries overpowering the room. The soda dripped down the side of the paper cup made its way to the table. The sound of people talking and the occasional laugh and shout satiated the room’s atmosphere. I started to see what everyone was talking about that winning is not important when you had fun. Proximate to determinate comprehend that, I started laughing and joining in conversations with my teammates.
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Thereafter the game when I had entered the car, may mom had said, “Good job today Noah. You played really well.” I started suddenly and responded shakily, “ Thanks mom.” “Just to let you know that I am very proud of you