I have come to realize that people think I made A because of my mother.
I've taken this from all of the very hostile looks that I receive from the B team players.
Mostly the team that has dryland right before my team. Aka, the one without my best friends on it.
People that I am kinda friends with, have been on the same team in past years, people who I could usually still say hello to and get a smile, now look at me with scorn.
It's devastating.
If I didn't know better, I too, would question whether or not I made A because of my mom.
But I do know better. I shouldn't, but I do.
I know that I was a bubble player. I know that the bubble skate, the evaluaters picked the top two players who would automatically make it to A, and then the coaches chose 3 other players each. The top two players who automatically made A would be split between the teams. The coaches would flip a coin to see who picked out of them first.
I rated #2 out of the bubble skate. I automatically made it to A. The coaches flipped a coin. Jim got first pick, and he picked me.
Still not convinced?
At the balancing, Bob asked the evaluaters if I could be traded. I couldn't.
So, to clear it all up, I made A. By myself. And both of the coaches wanted me.
Okay?
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