Did you ever get cut? Not the physical kind where a well placed band-aid can save the day. Not insulted upon or ripped on either. I am talking about trying out for the team and not making the final roster (and please, getting fired doesn't count).
It sucks.
You put in months, maybe even years of work and it was all of naught (not really).
They had to draw an imaginary line somewhere. "We can only keep 12 kids." In this case, 13 really is an unlucky number. What separates 12 and 13? Probably not a lot. Maybe one kid can hit a little better. Maybe another can field a little better. Maybe it's a team chemistry thing. Whatever it is, it creates that line of separation.
Would you rather be the first or the last one cut? Both hurt...but for different reasons. Both can be motivating and demotivating at the same time.
There is no debating. It does suck...for awhile. But after awhile, you move on and build perspective.
It's happened to me. It's happened to my kids. It's probably happened to us all at some point or to some degree.
One of two things usually happens; either you work harder to make the team next year or you find something else to do.
It's one of those life lessons that you don't realize until you look at the situation in the rear view mirror.
It stings for a bit but it becomes the Bactine of life.
There. All better.
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