College Admissions Essay: My Greatest Coach

The entire crowd was absolutely silent. The eyes of every spectator were fastened on me as I looked towards the ground in shame. Why did I take the shot? Why didn’t I just pass the ball and let someone else feel this regret? Why, was the only question I kept wanting myself to answer, but was also the question I kept trying to forget. I could hear my fellow teammates talking like I were a hologram not good enough to even exist in their presence. I awaited my coach to release all the anger he had felt during my biggest mistake. Then, finally after what felt like an eternity, coach walked in. He had the same shame that I felt, the shame of defeat.
I worked so hard every day so that when I tried out for the team I knew that I was giving it my all. I had sacrificed so much time and taken advantage of every opportunity that was given to me. I was the youngest athlete that was trying out for the team so I had to prove to myself and others that I was worthy of their respect. I showed up to tryouts before anyone else, because I needed a spot on this team. When coach arrived he instantly made everyone run full court then wanted transition, ball, and dribbling drills. By the middle of the tryouts I could tell he was monitoring me very closely. He then made everyone run rebounding and
My team and I were dominating each game with ease. I was confident and I felt as if i were invincible. This is the feeling that I worked so diligently for, the feeling of victory, the feeling of success. The team had went into the finals and this is where the true colors of the team had come out. The first finals game was a hard earned victory, we barely made it out. Second final game we couldn't hold on anymore, we lost, and all the hard work was all down into the drain. One wrong move, one mistake, A simple missed shot. I felt as if I wasn't able to be on this team so I had resigned; I had given up, and was disappointed in