There are many ways to define a family. The most important component is the tight bond that exists.
This year I had the chance to be a part of a very special group of guys -- a "family" of soccer players. The Mayo High School soccer program has been built upon a solid foundation of values and collegiality. It has a rich tradition of great coaches and talented players.
This year was no different, but this year I came to realize much more about the value of this program. I got to experience what it is like to be a part of something bigger than yourself. Something built upon respect, hard-work, friendship and loyalty. This soccer team was truly a family.
At the start of the season, we needed to get to know each other, figure out our place on the team, and balance our soccer skills to get the ball rolling on what seemed like a comeback season. On top of this, we were surprised with a new coach shortly before the season started. It was all very touch and go, and I didn't really know what to expect in the months ahead.
As tryouts concluded, the team started to come into place. As we gelled on the field, we chose to be together off the field as well. Practice and matches often led to an impromptu dinner, or a team photoshoot. Any time spent with this group reminded me of a simpler time when the only concern in life was the next game or chance to play.
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Like any family, we were made up with the more reserved, wise grandfatherly figures; the energetic, fiery younger cousins; or the authoritative parents -- everyone had a role, everyone belonged here. We were made up of a very diverse group. Individuals from different ethic backgrounds, various interests and passions, but all that mattered was the universal love for the game.
After every practice and every game, despite what the numbers on the scoreboard said, the injuries you sustained, or even the amount of homework you had after practice, we always came together to break it down. We supported each other through the highs and lows. We did, like many teams do, break our huddles with a chant. This started with a “one, two, three, team” or “one, two, three, Mayo,” but as this historic season went on, it morphed its way into “one, two, three, family”.
This was fitting as we had become family. These relationships, this team, has been years in the making. As a senior, it can be difficult to process the end of your high school experience, and the many activities that you may cherish (part of the reason why I am writing this essay). Stepping back to reflect on how much this program has meant to me, and how much of a profound impact it has had on my life.
To my teammates -- better known as my family -- I will never forget the times we've had, what a season it was. Family on three...
Nick Crockett is a senior at Mayo High School. Send comments on teen columns to Jeff Pieters, jpieters@postbulletin.com.
