The entire season has led up to this. Each and every minute I've spent in a gym or outdoor court has led me to this moment. Tonight I will either be a champion or second best. It's the game of my life; tonight I play for my league championship.
             We arrived that evening at Corvallis High School with only one thing on our minds: a championship. The bus pulled up to the gym and my stomach began to tense up as if I was ready to throw up everything. My palms began to perspire so much I had pools of sweat in my hand. My legs were rubbery and my throat extremely dry. I stood up and took a cool breath of fresh air into my lungs and started exiting off the bus toward the arena that I was to play what could very well be my last game as a high school senior. As we made our way to the court I could already imagine the crowd with their intense shouting of pride for their teams and the announcer calling the starting line ups. The court itself felt like a trampoline with new springs, springs that could make you fly to the sky. This was where the battle of warriors would take center stage. I pictured my opponents and their attempt to stop my team and I form achieving victory.
             Upon entering the locker room, the sense of dirty towels and sweat socks were overwhelming. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up as adrenaline rushed through my veins. Coach's game speech was like the commander speaking about the war and the plan of attack we must use to achieve victory. He was our commander and we his troops. We now put on our jerseys, which transformed into armor on contact with our skin.
             The walk up to the now packed arena was the rush of ice running through my veins I have ever felt. As we entered to the battlefield the crowd rose to their feet screaming words of joy at the top of their lungs. The starting line ups were called, soon after we were crowded by our community, fans, and elders who came t...