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I am a ball
I stood out on the verdant, green field with a lacrosse stick in hand thinking of how this game would pan out. My heart, pounding, like a time bomb ticking, awaiting the last 5 minutes until the game starts. As I stood there I felt the radiant sun beaming on my pale forehead that would soon be red. In a way the warmth was a comfort reminding me that the rush of adrenaline is what I love most about the game.
I look at the clock ticking down, 3...2...1...BUZZZZ! I walk onto the field with a mind, fully determined to get the ball. I put one foot on the white, spray-painted line and the other back behind me, in a running stance. I hear the whistle and I take off.
Silence covers the field when the ref blows her whistle to announce a foul with 15 seconds left on the clock and a tie. Next goal wins the game and both teams knew it. Breathing intensified, faces panicked, and the crowd on their feet screaming.
I could feel the beads of sweat rolling down the sides of my face as the ref puts the ball in my stick. I hear the second whistle blow and take off. Unable to feel my legs i keep going knowing there's only five seconds on the clock. I have no room to shoot so I look around to pass the ball with three seconds left. I pass as she cuts to the goal, 3...she catches it...2...she shoots...1...she scores...BUZZZZ...we win the game!
After the game, ball in hand, I stand out on the now torn up field and think to myself, I got the ball.
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