November 3rd, 2015 marks three years since I played in my last basketball game. Here is a short narrative from that day.
If you had one last game to cap your career, what would it look like? For me, it was a game where I led the new group of JV basketball players at a shootout. That morning, my hand was absolutely on fire and nothing was reducing the pain in my swollen digit. As I taped my fingers for the game, I had this gut feeling. "Meghan, you have to give this game everything you have. Show these girls what it means to be a leader... To be a winner, inside and out. Leave it all on the court." When I started that game, the fire burning inside my heart was stronger than the fire burning my finger. The game went well. I hit my shots to scoop up a couple of buckets, grabbed rebounds, blocked shots, recorded assists, and had a few steals. Oh yeah, I also had 4 fouls, so I was definitely causing trouble. :) I remember being almost superhuman in that game. As if I knew that that would be the last time I was ever able to play basketball again. Even more impressive than my performance or statistics was my attitude. I was extremely pumped for this game. I mean, I always get excited for games, but this excitement was on a whole new level.
My pep talk after looked something like this, "Well done kid. You left it out there and now this next generation of girls know what it means it be a high school basketball player; To be an OLSH Lady Charger."
Although my basketball career ended in a way no one wanted to see it end, I left it all on the court and I want to believe that my spirit and determination has changed that team forever.
And just like that, the door closed on my basketball career leaving hundreds of hours training in the gym, team dinners, and the thrill of making an awesome play, behind. Gone but never forgotten.