I’m Not Stupid

I know I’m not a good basketball player. TRUST me, I’m not stupid. My coach has made it clear to me from the very start that I was a bench warmer and nothing else.

My team has a game tonight, and I have been practicing non-stop trying to get a chance to play, and maybe it will finally be the night. I’m hoping that once I play, people will like me more and see me as a hero – instead of the tall, lanky, CREEPY kid. Not that I care what people think of me.

After school, I put some shots up in our backyard. I may sit the bench, but I’m the BEST bench warmer anyone has ever seen. Today is finally game day, and I am determined to play. After what felt like hours of getting my own shots up, I drive to the high school. This game is huge for us, and everybody is going to be watching: my mom, my teachers, and even the town gossip and team booster Nadine will be there. 

In the locker room, we get into a huddle and talk about strategy for the game. We finally head out onto the court to start warming up, and holy SHIT. The place is PACKED.