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As I pull into the parking lot, wondering whether I am lost and should turn around or keep going and hope I made the right turn. I turned off my music so that I can utilize all of my senses in hopefully getting to my destination in one piece. My brakes tell me that they need to be changed by squeaking so that everyone can hear, like nails against the chalkboard. I’m hesitant to even hit my brakes. The road in front of me had ended, no more road to be driven on. But luckily that was exactly where I wanted to be. I put my car nervously in park for what was ahead of me. I can feel the nervousness in my bones, shaking every fiber of my being. As I look for an ounce of life, I am relieved to see the train of cars that was my teammates. The pressure was relieved at for a moment, but had returned almost immediately after.

As we all gathered our gear, and walked to the field. We set our gear down and we began to stretch out for the big game. As the sun was setting, the lights above us was turning on. The greatest feeling is when those lights become your sun and you can play like the pros do, under those lights you are invincible. As we all gather around Coach Clay, we go over the game plan against Serra High School. We are all eager to start playing, there is an elephant in the room because we were to get destroyed in this game. Not even my coach thought that we could win. There was no energy on my team. As we attended to our lacrosse stick to see if they were legal and to add the necessary tape to where we saw fit, my coach pulled me aside and told me that I was going to play as a midfielder instead of attack where I normally play. I understood that I wasn’t ready to play attack for such an intimidating team. When the whistle had blown,...

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...“I guess I made the shot. (It took a couple of seconds to register that I had just hit the game winning shot) Then it hit me. I just hit the game winning shot!” Everyone was so excited to have won the last game of the regular season in such a dramatic fashion. I won the game and the game ball that day and walked away with three goals and two assists. A week later our coach had informed us that because of the win we were going to the playoffs. The very first team in school history to play in a playoff team.

Even though my story wasn't as famous as the underdog story in David and Goliath or Steve Jobs rise to fame. It is my story and I like it exactly how it went. Everyone was/is an underdog. Regardless if you’re rich, poor, white, black, tall, or even short. We all have stories of wins and losses it’s just how proud you are about it that makes it a big or small deal.