Memorial Day. The long weekend before the end of school. It’s suppose to be a lazy Monday to rest and sleep in. Not for me. 4 other friends and I decided to enter this years 3 on 3 tournament. This would be my 4th year entering and I have never won. I got 2nd place twice but still I needed to win. For us it was not all about winning. One of our teammates fathers passes away, his name was Ross. We all decided on the team name crosses for ross. We woke up around 6:00 Monday morning, and we prepared to head out. It was a hot day, with no wind blowing and clear sky’s. We were In a huge empty parking lot filled with basketball hoops and spray painted courts. After a quick ordination we began to play. There were many teams, of all ages. There were food trucks and fun booths all around. With a central announcer who would call out scores and even DJ songs. We lost our very first game to a group of our friends by 1. We
Won the next 4 games but quite a large margin. The games were timed unless someone reached 16, going by 1s and 2s. We got into bracket play and played a group of our friends from the other bracket. We beat them by 6 and we were In the championship. We thought we would play the same guys again assuming they won. We stood on the court, the last game of the day. Most everyone cleared out leaving poem courts all around. We saw. Group of 3 girls take there places near us. This has to be a mistake. They told us they beat the team we lost too. How could that be? We didn’t take seriously at first- but boy were they good. We ended up winning by 3 and we won the championship. We knew this win was for the greater cause. Thanks for everything Ross we all said leaving the courts. A perfect end, to a perfect day.