Senior Night or the last game of the year. I texted SW during the day and told him he was 14 assists from hitting 500 and suggested he asked the coach to let him reach that pinnacle.
It's senior night... of course the seniors get to start. Not only start... the coach kept them in the entire first set. Throughout the set, I kept looking at the coaches.. the bench.. and there was no movement. We got crushed.
Then comes set 2.... and in comes SW. Starting with his first serve... all the way to his set winning ace. It was beautiful and glorious. One assist after another... one point after the next... one step at a time... climbing closer to that milestone... 498... 499... and then a middle-tempo to Rocco. 500. The tables were turned... it was our turn to crush our opponents. Two sets. Two stories. Two endings.
At the end of the night... SW ended up with 510. Other seniors started rotating in again... and we started to lose again. Literally like the stock market... SW comes in, stock rises. SW goes out, stock crashes. During the party... one of the parents came up to us, "It's such a pleasure watching Joshua play. It's such a notable difference when he's in there." Another parent comes up and says, "Rumor has it, Joshua isn't coming back."
And now... the wait begins. What sport will he play next year? Will he come back? Head over to track? The team is waiting for him to lead... but will he pick up the opportunity?
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