basketball

shoes squeak on the polished wooden court, lined with purple and yellow markings. the faded white nets sway as basketballs fall through them, bouncing down off of the rims. the loud horn blares across the gym, echoing off the walls and signaling the start of the game. it was a big day, the tournament, and we wanted to get first place so badly. The ref blows the whistle and the game begins. We play hard, pushing to beat the other team. We play more games, some wins and some losses, getting more and more exhausted as we move through the bracket. Finally, we reach the last game against RMSEL, the best team at the tournament. Somehow, we have a lead on them for the whole game, and even though its small, we have a hope that we may actually win. Then, in the last six minutes of the game, they start scoring many baskets, and we loose the tournament.