A Moment That Changed My Life
If you happened to be at the Target Center on March 21, 2012 around seven in the evening, you may have noticed a white mass at one of end of the basketball court. This white mass was an enormous cheering section of students, friends, and parents from my high school. Among this section were two boys that didn’t go to my high school, Andrew and Evan Mulville. They went to another school in our conference, but early in the basketball season they became part of the “Watertown Family.” Andrew and Evan were more loyal fans than some of the students at my own high school. This game was special though. The Watertown-Mayer Varsity basketball team had finally made it to state. In the four years of my high school career, we had made it state one other time. This year, with an exceptional starting line-up filled with my senior boys, they had made it to state with ease. Our school decided on a white out, so that night we all made our way down to the Target Center dressed in white to cheer on our boys. That night they played Litchfield. The game was intense the entire night. With cheers being chanted to show our boys support or to distract the other team, we were all deep into the game. Any person could have seen how happy and how much fun our school was having; except one person. Andrew Mulville, who was probably the team’s biggest fan, was not himself that night. I had been friends with the Mulville boys long before my senior year. They were my best friends and every single night we had some kind of crazy adventure. Whether it was driving to Mall of America so Andrew could flirt with girls or playing midnight basketball games or even just having a Harry Potter movie marathon night; we were always doing something together. That particular night, Andrew wasn’t himself. Andrew always forgot that I knew him almost better than I knew myself. Naturally, I asked him what was wrong and tried to cheer him up. He didn’t budge though,...
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