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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