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| It has been difficult to sit on the bench most of the time, watching my team from the sideline. I always 1 why I am not good enough to be on the floor. After endless hours of work and devotion, 2 myself through drill after drill, the last thing I want is to be a cheerleader. The feeling of being 3 is sometimes too much and drives me to 4 on the spot. I often feel as though my 5 are wasted and my time is eaten away, devoted to 6 . It is heartbreaking to be a spectator(旁观者) for the game I l ove, knowing that no one has enough faith to give me the chance to 7 on the floor. Tears well up, but I 8 them back. I shouldn't be so 9 over something so silly. Away from the game, it's easier to put my thoughts together, rather than letting my 10 drive my reasoning. I consider 11 I am where I am. I have played basketball my whole life. I have a strong 12 for the sport and always have. There is nothing like the 13 of playing: the swish (飕飕声) of the net, the sweat rolling off my cheeks, even the bruises(青肿) are battle wounds worn 14 after every game. Even if I don't play much, I participate in every game. I am part of a team of girls who 15 together like a family. I am there for them, 16 they are for me. Should I move on? Or should I stay with my team and continue playing basketball 17 great passion just a little longer? The 18 isn't difficult when I consider the joy that being a part of a team 19 me-and not just any team, but my team. I love basketball and my teammates. When I think about that, my 20 from the bench really isn't so bad after all. | ||||
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