September 26, 2016

Written last Thursday…

All good things must come to an end and although I’ve been mentally preparing for my retirement, I was hoping that my finale would include celebrating with my teammates while hoisting that highly coveted WNBA Championship trophy. But, unfortunately, I’m sitting on my couch, bundled up in my blanket, thinking about the last 24 hours and if there’s anything that I could’ve done to help prepare us even that much more to have a different outcome in last night’s game. Honestly… there isn’t.

I don’t remember the outcome of my very first WNBA game. I don’t remember who we played, if I had a good or bad game, or really any of the intricate details of the game. My one and only memory I have is the building being packed as the expectations I’d be playing in my first game as part of the Indiana Fever. As the announcer screamed my name through the mic, the crowd went crazy!!! Even now thinking about it I get the same chill bumps I got then, and my heart instantly started beating faster. What a feeling!!