The game was on.
Everything coaches had told me from my diaper league through my crotchety-old-farts’ fantasy play began running through my head.
Run as hard as you can when you hear the whistle.
Grasp the ball with two hands.
Drive through the hit.
Dig, dig, dig.
My mind was swirling with life lessons.
Practices that tested my mettle.
The ignorance of playing through pain.
The embarrassment of overzealous celebration before the outcome was determined.
The elation of success.
The dejection of loss.