This year our 8th grade son has had the opportunity to play varsity basketball. We are proud of how he mentally prepared himself for this step and for countless hours he put into improving his game in the off season to be ready for this season. But I am most proud our community and team. Not all would have accepted the 14 year old junior high boy on their team as one of their own.
But that’s the beauty of small town sports. No matter who you are or where you’ve come from if you work hard, you have a chance to excel.
Today at halftime we were winning by 6 points. Going into the 4th quarter of the game, we were ahead by 5 points. To end the game, it was tied. That’s right. Overtime.
But we ran out of steam in overtime and didn’t have enough for the upset win. Our varsity season ended tonight. It is the end of a chapter of small town basketball for five senior boys. For our son, Hunter, this loss will be his drive to put in more time in the weight room, more time in our barn shooting the ball and more time dreaming of his next chapter of small town basketball that begins again in nine months. It’s the beauty of small town sports.