When I think about the conference tournament that ended the season, I think of the word melancholy, which I’ve always thought meant “a feeling of loss in a moment that should be nothing but happy.”
To quickly get to the end of a long story (and a boring story for anyone who isn’t invested in it, I’m sure), it was a seven-against-seven tournament, and the two boys teams we fielded made it to the semi-finals, and the only girls team we fielded made it to the finals.
With Boys Team 1 watching from the sidelines, Boys Team 2 played a team form Jeju. The Jeju team had shocked Boys Team 1, the team I thought to be the slightly better of our two, in tournament’s the morning group stage.
I issued what I hoped was a chill-inducing warning to Boys Team 2. “You are better than this team. But the better team doesn’t always win the game – your teammates on the other team saw that.”