
Called for the ball. Got the ball. Fell down. The shot did not touch the rim, the net, or the general idea of the basket.
Thank god it's not just you. The airballs, the cut lists, the gutter balls, the tryout rejection letters. Post the part you'd never put on Instagram.

Called for the ball. Got the ball. Fell down. The shot did not touch the rim, the net, or the general idea of the basket.
"Dear athlete, thank you for attending our open tryout camp. While your effort and attitude stood out, we have decided to move forward with skaters whose skill set more closely fits our roster needs for the coming season…"
Fourth program to pass on me this month. Third one with the exact same template. My skating is apparently 'a project.'

Subbed on for eight minutes. Slid into one tackle, missed it entirely, took a mud shower, got subbed off. Full match experience.
Coach told me to shoot with confidence. I shot with confidence. Here is what confidence looks like on a spreadsheet.

Bought the ball. Bought the shoes. Bought the wrist brace. Bought the glove. Gutter. Both throws. Every frame.

Announced to the group that I'd 'finally fixed the slice.' Third ball in the pond. I am now just watering the course.

Trained 14 weeks. Finished behind a man in jeans and a guy pushing a stroller. They were dismantling the finish line as I crossed it.

Breakaway. Nobody between me and the goalie. Caught an edge at the blue line and slid past the net like a dropped duffel bag. Puck kept going without me.

Bases loaded, two outs, whole dugout chanting my name. Swung at a pitch that was closer to the parking lot than the plate. Chanting stopped.
My coach said my serve is 'inconsistent.' I ran the numbers. It is extremely consistent. Just not in the direction of the service box.
"Thank you to everyone who tried out this season. Due to the number of returning players, we were unable to keep every athlete on the varsity roster. Athletes not listed are encouraged to consider JV or to try out again next year…"
They posted the roster on the gym door. I read it four times looking for my name. Then read the second page. There was no second page.

Told myself I'd stop throwing my racket this season. The racket is now two rackets. Season lasted nine days.

Got disqualified for a bad turn in a race where I finished last anyway. They wiped my time off the board like it never happened. Honestly fair.