Last Game

Reflection
Marshall Herst was a has been. At least that is the way he viewed himself. He always wondered how one brutal knee injury could disrupt ones future so drastically despite all his efforts to get back to the basketball player he was in junior high. Instead what followed was a slew of even more knee injuries that seemed to just make it more difficult to get meaningful minutes in his high school basketball career. Of course it didn't help that the coach played blatant favorites on the team.
Herst's coach was like his previous head coach who had resigned his sophomore year. The coach didn't treat others equally, had absolutely no philosophy, and as far as Marshall's concern was, had no idea how to coach basketball. Marshall knew he wasn't a coach himself, but he had seen his dad coach football enough years to determine what was right and what was wrong when it came to coaching. However, Herst could wish, complain, and try all he want, but eventually he just realized too much time had passed and it was time to accept the role he had so desperately tried to avoid all along.