The ball hits the ground. Silence… As the crowd screams for the other team, he drops onto his knees finding that inextricable weakness that disappointment brings. A trickle of sweat cascades down his head, merging with the tears, silenced by pride, pouring out – some of that liquid finding itself on the ground – most facing a sudden death from his hands. His teammates are scattered everywhere, the winners crowding like ants and eating all the space. It’s true he practiced so hard, and when it mattered the most- he let everyone down. A vicious cycle, so it seems. The odds keep winning like a dictatorship in his state of affairs. No one acknowledges him- his work, his effort. And it’s such a wonder how they can recall every detail of those around him. He feels stranded, lost and his mind in a senseless bizarre daze. He cannot even feel the chilling feeling as the sweat flooded vest he wears comes in contact with the indifferent breeze. He rises slowly and