She told me she doesn't date "bench warmers," but now she’s begging for front-row seats to my D1 debut.
In junior year of high school, my entire life revolved around making the varsity basketball team.
I practiced until my hands bled and never missed a single day in the gym.
My girlfriend at the time, Sarah, was the head cheerleader and was obsessed with her social status.
The day the roster was posted, I found out I didn't make the cut. I was absolutely crushed.
When I went to Sarah for support