Yesterday I told you to watch this space. Last night, the Dixie Chicks played our sixth game. We were totally amped and ready to go for the gold. Before the game, we excitedly hyped ourselves up imagining how cool a second win would be.
First Half
We started with a bang and shot a few hoops in succession, and then I guess we felt a little cocky, thinking we had the match. But within minutes our opponents shot back and for the rest of the first half we managed to just stay ahead. By half time we were leading 8-7.
Half Time
We had our half time pep talk and we were desperate to stay ahead. Our faults were much less than usual. Our passing was great and the team was gelling really well. We were feeling strong.
Disaster Struck in the Second Half
We started the second half strongly and were playing like mini superstars. It felt so good. The next thing our Goal Defense was lying on the astro-turf squirming in pain and shaking like a leaf. She had tangled with another player and fallen, wrenching her ankle badly. She couldn't move and was in obvious pain. We had to carry her off the court in order to get her injury treated. What a blow.
The Show Must Go On
A substitute was found on the sidelines from one of the other teams and we continued play. Immediately our opponents shot two goals in a row. I wondered if we had been badly rattled and whether it would affect the game, but then the tide suddenly turned. We played like champs. Darting here and there, throwing straight sharp balls, shooting in the hoops until the final whistle blew.
Another Win
We had won 18-11. What a joy. After thanking the other team, we whooped and giggled in delight. It feels so much better to win, than to lose. We checked on our player, who was still in pain on the sidelines and waved her goodbye as she left early. From almost bottom of the league, we now find ourselves in third place.
Dare I say again, "Watch this space"?
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