Monday, March 30, 2015

No More "Next Year"

This is it. My last high school sports season ever, and then I'm all done. It still hasn't hit me yet how it seems like yesterday I was just a freshman walking the halls; scared as hell. I've watched each senior class before me go through the same thing where at the end, it's all crying and hugging and thanking for a great four years. I never saw myself crying after the final whistle blew, or the referee slapped the mat for the last time, or the last out in any of the games or matches. I just didn't feel like I had to cry because in the back of my mind "There's always next year for us." Now, there's no more "next year."

I have cried only a few times: once, my freshman year when our football team lost states, and I knew it was the last time me and my brother were ever going to play football together; once, my junior year when our team lost states in football because I was really close to that senior class, and I felt like we really had the chance to win that game; once, this year in the last game in football because it was my last time ever I was going to be wearing the jersey and that's hurt the most. Those times, beside this football season, I had that same thought in the back of my mind where, "there's always next year." Now, it's just a countdown to the final out, and I know it will probably be the hardest I have ever cried in a long time. Yes, it's going to suck knowing I'm never playing baseball again, but the fact that I know, "there is no next year this time," is really starting to get me.

I want to go out with a bang this season. Getting an individual state championship is a good accomplishment and all, but nothing beats winning something as a team. No regrets. No bullshit. No drama. I want this last season to mean something, something that I can look back on and proudly say, "I had fun doing this." Maybe it's the reality that I'm graduating in a few months that's starting to open me up, and get scared. Yes, I'm just a youngin' on his grind, but also scared of the real world at the same time.

7 comments:

  1. This is defiantly something hard that a lot of us seniors go though but, we are all in it together. Your name won't be forgotten at BHS.

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  2. This is another thing that seniors will only understand, but for you, I agree with Kelsey, you will never be forgotten around here and you will surely got far with your sports careers. You've always been an all around good athlete. Love this!

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  3. This is another thing that seniors will only understand, but for you, I agree with Kelsey, you will never be forgotten around here and you will surely got far with your sports careers. You've always been an all around good athlete. Love this!

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  4. I literally cry all of the time thinking about my last time doing softball or volleyball. Great job!

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  5. Who knew you were a crier? What I like about your blog posts is your vulnerability. This is a good thing for a guy to show, that you have feelings, fears, and memories yet to make it.

    Very well done Matty Stew.

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  6. You are right, being sad at the end of something just means that it meant a lot to you, and you will never forget it.

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  7. Matt would you like a shoulder to cry on

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