The dream ended,

 

the fantasy broken,

 

even my phone shattered.

 

Everything is too symbolic, too conspicuous.

 

Down the stretch I missed every shot my teammates trusted me to take and made mistakes that I've never made in my entire life.

 

For a long time I thought we were one inch short, so I spent the whole year getting that one inch.  But it turns out we were one foot away, and all the efforts looked diminished.

 

I realize now how much I needed my teammates to bail me out when I struggled during those championship runs in high school.

 

Jesus told us there would be no miracles for this wicked generation, I tried to perform one anyway, and I was struck down.