Both my teams have only lost one game in their seasons.
I do not feel as attached to Ball State as I should; but it was not until my junior year of high school that I felt confident being a Devil. Time will tell whether both schools will hold a place in my heart.
But my team is 7-1, and we’re going back into sectionals this year. Our loss - I was so worried our loss would define us, would be the end, just like last year. As I watched the game unfold on Facebook, our chant, our Nebraska prayer chorused in my mind.
"If we shall lose, stand by the road, and cheer as the winners go by."
I cried. It was reliving our loss all over again, but this was not as defining as the one where we stopped. We continue this time, taking on Anderson once again, a twenty minute drive from the place I currently call home.
I will cry if we lose. I will cry if we win. I never realized how much I called Red Devils home until it wasn’t my home anymore. These boys playing, starting this year, are boys I played with on the JV level, boys who I fought with and cheered for. I did not call varsity my home.
JV is my home. Richmond is my home. And I hope my little team, this team that got slighted on Saturdays and worked hard to be recognized when nothing mattered than the starters on Friday nights - I hope they make it further than ever.
Give all of us gathered here tonight the strength to remember that life is so very fragile. We are all vulnerable, and we will all, at some point in our lives… fall. We will all fall. We must carry this in our hearts… that what we have is special. That it can be taken from us, and when it is taken from us, we will be tested. We will be tested to our very souls. We will now all be tested. It is these times, it is this pain, that allows us to look inside ourselves.