This past weekend, my field hockey team won the state tournament. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life, and very rewarding. All summer and fall, each one of my teammates and I had spent countless hours practicing and working out. Regular season started the end of August, and that is when things really started kicking into gear. We came into the season with great expectations, having won state the previous year, against our biggest rival, Lake Forest. Last year, New Trier had lost to Lake Forest twice in regular season, but beat Lake Forest in the game that really mattered: state.
We were a strong team, and ended our regular season 12-1-1 (Wins-Loses-Ties), which unfortunately wasn’t as good as Lake Forest’s 12-0-1 (we tied to them 0-0 the first game, and lost to them 3-1 in the second game). So as soon as playoffs came around, we were seeded number two, and Lake Forest, of course, number one. We were all so determined to beat Lake Forest, and to ruin their “perfect season” that they had going into the tournament (with no loses).
