Narrative 4

The throngs of people in the stadium were roaring as Mr. Pierce hoisted me high into the air, above his team and into the deafening noise above us. Though he was the only one holding me up, it was not him alone that brought me into his arms. No, it was everyone, from the coach, to the bench players, to the starters, they all did it, and they all earned me. Each of them were so happy to see me, so excited, so jovial, just as they always are. But their opposition was quite the opposite, crushed, frustrated, upset beyond measure, but the only thing to blame were themselves, failing to work as well as the well oiled machine that was Mr. Pierce's Celtics. You see, they only depended on a few talented players to win, and because of that it was the men in green that were the ones to embrace and touch me. But only minutes before, I sat in a back room, patiently waiting to be given to the victor. I heard the yells of the crowd, the whistles, and lastly the buzzer that signaled that the game was over. I was then taken out of the room and into flashing lights and colors. Looking up at the scoreboard, I saw that these fans would go home very happy, as BOS scored 40 more points than VIS. I heard that it was a very good game for Boston, with the man holding me playing unselfishly, passing the ball, helping his team, relying on his team. That was what made them win in my opinion, that the team relied on each other, not just one man. As the cheers rained down on us, our procession made it's way into the locker room, where Champagne bottles popped and fizzed onto me and those few men were nearly as loud as the 20,000 outside, with their yells and their happiness. They hugged each other, congratulated each other, told other what an honor it was to be on the same team as one another, it was a very happy day for all of them, you could just feel it by being in the room. Lots of couldn't have done it without yous and we're the best in the worlds were thrown about. But in the midst of all the noise, I sat silently, patiently waiting to be in the trophy case in the stadium, next to other copies of myself, where I would sit and be admired by fans to come for many, many years. A mute testament to the teamwork and hard work that went into that game.