December 7, 2022 / 1 Minute Read

the miss

I hate practice.

So I didn’t go.

And now..

We were losing.

I glanced at the scoreboard.

Down by one, with two seconds left.

I looked at my teammates.

They knew the ball was coming to me.

I was the star.

Everyone was counting on me.

Relying on me to come through.

Expecting me to save them.

I couldn’t let them down.

I took a deep breath and centered myself.

The play started.

The final exam had begun.

I couldn’t fail this test.

The ball came to me.

I looked at the clock.

3…

2…

1…

I took the shot. 

The buzzer sounded. 

Game over. 

I missed.

My teammates looked at me with a sense of…

Not anger…

Not betrayal…

But worse…

Disappointment.

I was the star.

I can’t miss.

I never miss. 

How could I miss? 

I know why. 

Because I didn’t practice.