Today was the final day for MHS girls rugby 2010.
And let me tell you, I was both excited and but I was more sad than anything else.
Which is understandable, after all, it was going to be my first and final year.
Before the game started, my coach informed me that I would not be starting, which is understandable, I got a concussion the first game of the official season. The worst part about not starting however, is the wait, the wait to see whether or not I would play the last game... of possibly my entire life.
Suddenly, I got the call. My coach called me over just after half time and said to me " West you're in". And that is all I needed to hear.
The cheers I received while running onto the feel made me want to burst, I was proud to be apart of this team, and to be running onto the field, our home field, to play this game that we had all worked so very hard for.
The whistle blew, and I was ready to go. I had spent two and a half weeks sitting around watching everyone else play the sport that I truly loved, and that was hard. Today, I was playing and nothing was going to stop me-- Even #15, she was HUGE... even compared to me... and I'm a little tank.
So I ran, I never realized how much I liked to run... I had this stupid scrum cap on my head however, preventing my hair from blowing in the wind... BUT ANYWAY... I ran.. tackled, and ran some more.
We soon had a line out, they called for me.. and I ran, darting from left to right dodging players.. everything is a bit of a blur from then however, because I passed it to my friend and well, WE SCORED! I am partially deaf because of that try now, although I must admit I do love to hear Sweet screaming for dear life in my ear with happiness!
The game continued on, and we put up a fight, and I'm sure they weren't expecting one, after all, they had beat us two days before.
As the final whistle blew I realized that our season had come to an abrupt halt. It was over, and I tell you I was sad.
But I then I looked back and realized that I would never change a thing, the players, the coaches, the conditioning, even my concussion, it was all and experience.
As we celebrated that night at a local restaurant, I realized that I had been apart of a fine organization of talented players. we had had some rough times, injuries, and some bad refs, but we were a team, and more so a family, and that I would never want to change.
That is all.
Westie<3
