As I leapt casually to lay the ball into the basket, a wet mixture of sweaty, scratchy fabric from my opponent’s jersey rubbed against my face. I cringed as I got a whiff of the guy. I was fairly certain he hadn’t showered in a while. Feeling dominant, I lunged to drop the ball into the net. I was overly confident and too loose; like one if those wiggly blow-up people you see outside of car dealerships. But, this unconstrained arrogance quickly led to my …show more content…
According to my coach, I had that potential. However, at that particular time, I wasn’t looking at the “big picture.” Rather, all I cared about was myself, and how tired I felt from the pressure to perform at such a high level of expectation, both on the court and off. Don’t get me wrong; my high school experience had a lot of “highs” in it. There were top athletic achievements, fun experiences with awesome friends, and even a lot of cute girls, too. But despite all that, I was unhappy. I felt an overwhelming sense of self-righteous pity and I blamed it on athletics, be it football or