A Rowdy Ride with Sweaty Smells

there are many unique experiences that come along with joining a high school sport. You learn what operating under a dictator is like (coach). You learn what it is like being part of a team. You feel the joys and pangs that come with winning and losing. There is one experience that stands apart in NCA athletics. This is the infamous bus-ride. Now, every soccer, basketball, and track member knows the joys of a two and a half hour bus ride. Boredom can strike at any moment. It is in times like these where things can get crazy. Girls screaming, men shouting, and the one guy in the back that is trying to sleep in the midst of a sound wave that could rival a Rolling Stones concert. In fact, sometimes it gets quite coral in the big yellow beast. Between bus chants and a mixture of rap and worship music, I don’t know how the driver can keep on the road let alone restrain from killing several of the players. After all, coach Murais came close a few times. In the midst of all this madness, there is something beautiful going on. The team is being formed. The bus is where friendships are made and cemented. It is a time of separation from schoolwork, parents, and the stresses of the coming game. It is you among friends.