The Lady Bubblers’ season came to a close on Tuesday, but I have been procrastinating writing this article the entire week. In a way, this article signifies something more than just the end of a soccer season.
I’m at the end of a four year journey.
On our two and a half hour bus ride home from our last-ever game, our driver said something I think I will always remember. And that is, that 20 or 30 years down the road, we won’t remember the score, the goals we scored, the mistakes we made or the teams we played. We will, however, always remember the people we played alongside, the friendships we built and the lessons we learned. Those things will stick with me forever.
While my run as a Lady Bubbler is over, I still have quite a bit of senior year left.
Once I actually manage to graduate, I will be studying nutrition and dietetics and furthering my athletic career at Marywood University.
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Until then, I will be busy cleaning out and possibly disposing of every object in my soccer bag, washing my lucky stuffed hamburger that was with me during every game, cleaning the turf out of my water bottle and taking a 10 hour nap.
I’m going to miss my teammates, my coaches, our locker room, the conditioning (yes, the conditioning), the hours we spent together, the crazy bus rides, my escorts, Megan braiding my hair, our constant supply of snacks and meals (you know who you are), team huddles, watching the JV games, seeing other players grow and improve and every time Joce beat me near-post.
Thank you to The Sentinel for allowing me to rant about anything and everything each week. Thank you to everyone who read my crazy thoughts and made my senior season of soccer the best one yet.
It’s been real, guys.
Bekah Becker, signing off.