Written by John Mark Adkison
They say that life is not a spectator sport. And I say, thank goodness for that, because I would be awful at tryouts.I always dreaded tryouts. I’ll never forget the first time I went out for the lacrosse team in middle school, during the end of February in Columbus, Ohio,when there was still snow on the ground and we had to share a smelly gym with the girls’ lacrosse team.I wanted to play lacrosse because it was the new sport in town and that meant everyone was bad at it. I’ll never forget having to run 50 laps around the gym, while the girls’ team sat in a circle playing get-to- know-you games.Naturally.My mother would not let me quit; she said I would not spend my spring playing “Pokemon Snap.” I had to get out and learn how to be a part of a team.And so I continued lacrosse that year, which consisted of clumsy practices, education in obscenities (which I never participated in, but was quite knowledgeable of ) and keeping the bench warm for my superiors.I eventually moved to New England, where I discovered the beauty of junior varsity.I loved lacrosse, but I was the sort that caved in under pressure. In J.V., the school wasn’t staring down your back and you could have fun with the games. But all good things must come to an end, and it was compulsory for seniors to play on the varsity team. And so I found myself at tryouts once more, under the coercion of my parents. I thought tryouts were pointless since I was on the team anyway and the coach knew full well I was no starter.And so I saw the return of my title as Bench Warmer Extraordinaire,feeling more like a spectator than sport-player.But I do not say all of this for you to pity me (OK, maybe I do a little bit). I say this because being a bench warmer is awful. Even on the varsity team,I wanted to be out there,slashing my defense pole around like Gandalf going up against the Balrog. I wanted the epic emotion that comes with beautifully executed plays and miraculous shots.So isn’t it great that life is not a spectator sport, that life does not have tryouts? Life drafts you the moment you get yanked out screaming. Life, like sports,takes determination and a positive attitude.You have state-championship-winning seasons and you have not-so- great seasons.Regardless of skills and all- stardom, you play the game. And if you keep going strong when the final buzzer sounds, the prize at the end is much better than a plastic trophy.J.M. ADKISON serves as the sports editor for the 2010- 2011 Bison. He may be contacted atjadkiso1@harding.edu
