Carolyn's Point of View
Sprained ankle or not, I was determined not to let down my team. This wasn’t just about proving to the coach that I was dedicated to my work anymore. No, this was about all the early mornings and late nights I’d seen these men work their asses off in preparation for this one night. The very first game of the season. This was their chance to make their mark, to show the other teams what they were made of and prove that they were here to win this year. I had to be at that arena because I wanted to witness the glory, and I wanted to be a part of this team.
So, with my bandaged ankle squeezed back into my combat boots and a pair of borrowed crutches under my arms, I stepped my way into the arena. My eyes widened, taking in the sights. The arena was absolutely packed
