It was a chilly, crisp January Sunday, of my eighth grade year, much like the kind that sends goosebumps throughout your entire body the second you step foot outside. However, the cold air that day wasn’t what made my mind wander, rather it was set on the one thing I love doing most-- basketball. It was the day I had been waiting for since I signed up; tryouts for Indiana Elite SWISH were finally here. I awoke that day and got dressed in a pair of burgundy, Pike Central basketball gym shorts, a Pike Central t-shirt, black Nike basketball socks and I waited all day until my mom finally told me that it was time to leave. I was more excited than I had ever been before, but my nerves were also taking over. As my mom and I set off on our 45 minute trip down to Evansville, the only thing I could hear over Cruise by Florida Georgia Line was the one thought in my mind-- “Would I be good enough to make the team?”
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In the gym there, were bleachers on either side of the court that were filled with girls my age and their parents. At first, I was scared because I knew nobody, but as we were warming up, I got to know some of the girls better. When the four coaches walked in, one of them, Phil Kessler who was also the owner of EBA, yelled, “Alright girls, time to get started!” You could cut the tension with a knife. We all knew we only had one hour of drills and scrimmaging to prove that we were good enough to make the
In the gym there, were bleachers on either side of the court that were filled with girls my age and their parents. At first, I was scared because I knew nobody, but as we were warming up, I got to know some of the girls better. When the four coaches walked in, one of them, Phil Kessler who was also the owner of EBA, yelled, “Alright girls, time to get started!” You could cut the tension with a knife. We all knew we only had one hour of drills and scrimmaging to prove that we were good enough to make the