The teams warmed up again and resumed play of the last few points of the match. Our team deeply wanted to win for their fallen friend. Their hearts were in it, the score was close but in the end, the adrenaline was too much and we lost.
Waterworks ensued. Thirty minutes of pent up emotion spilled onto the floor. Medals were handed out for second place and the players accepted them as stoically as they could. Tears and mascara were everywhere. It wasn't the loss. It was the trauma. No one left that gym untouched.
In the scheme of life, this was a simple, non-life threatening injury. It was gruesome but the player will be fine. The team had a disappointing loss. It would have felt better to bring their teammate a win and claim the district championship.
The match is poignant in its shared experience. We will always talk about where we were, what we saw, how we felt, and what it meant to us. It is our bond. I am proud of the kids on this team. Their teamwork and positive attitudes thru the season were inspiring to watch. I think that's why the loss feels so heartbreaking.