Lose lose

It was just another Friday night. A night of helmets clashing, bright lights, loud cheers, and walking onto the field playing the game I admired the most. It was just another Friday night, until...

..."Take another drink of water!", my coach tells me as I run off the field panting, trying to catch my breath. Hectic cheers, high screams, and piercing whistles pour out all around me. Water-boys run toward me, handing me a big green bottle filled with ice cold water. The game had just started. I came out for a mere 2 seconds because of my oddly bent finger, but my replacement had already ran onto the field. "Good," I thought. "now I can get this jammed finger wrapped." As I'm sprinting over to get it taped, I heard whistles blow and then a dead silence. What could have possibly happened to calm down the roaring crowd? Then I realized, somebody was hurt. As every player on that field took a knee to the ground, hoping their teammate would soon get up, I could finally see who it was. It was my twin brother. "Maybe he's fine! He just sprained a muscle or something", I had hoped. But then after several minutes I realized, "No, it was Matt. He really is hurt." Thoughts run through my head as if the world had turned upside down. All these years of hard work and commitment, all put down to shame through one single play. I didn't know what to think. Do I think for the worst or try to stay optimistic? After several plays, my mind couldn't concentrate on football. All I was thinking about was Matt. I tried many times to run over to see how he was doing, but I needed to be in. I finally made my decision to think for the worst as I watched my brother get carried off the field on a stretcher, and rushed to the hospital.

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