There’s nothing like a tournament weekend.
You drive hours, sometimes states away. Parents pack coolers, kids blast music on the bus, and there’s a strange sense of electricity in the air. You step onto a field surrounded by tents, turf, and tension. But by the end of the weekend, some kids are smiling, some are scowling, and a few are wondering why they came in the first place.
They didn’t play. Or if they did, it was token minutes—garbage time in games that had already slipped away.
They didn’t travel for experience. They traveled to sit.