I'm in South Carolina, attending the final basketball games of my youngest daughter's high school basketball experience. Last night was the Regional Tournament Championship games. My daughter's team, undefeated in conference play, 8-0, lost the tournament championship by two points. Now on to the State Tournament.
At the end of the evening they handed out the trophies and individual achievement awards. This was the end of basketball for my two daughters that started way back in the nineties and went through a JV team with only six players, through driving untold miles to remote gyms spread out across the "Low Country," to private schools that make up South Carolina Region II, through both girls starting for their varsity teams to now, the final moments of play for my youngest daughter in her home gym.
Near the end of the ceremony, out if the blue, unexpected, a burst of pride and culmination, came this:
The fifth and final player selected and named to the Region II All-Tournament Girls Varsity Team:
Sometimes in the end, everything just seems worth it all.