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As I walked into the gymnasium of Westchester High School, I saw a display with many championship trophies in it that were awarded to the schools’ basketball program. It was the first time I witnessed a trophy case filled with city and state titles. To further note their superiority in athletics, Westchester High also had banners hanging from their ceiling for every championship they had won. Coming from a school that had not won a title in over 30 years made me want to hold a trophy that had “Locke High School” printed on it with the words “C.I.F. Division 1 State Champions” right next to it. However, I wasn’t there to just look at their banners and give them their props* for winning those championships; I was there to play my first varsity high-school basketball game as a ninth-grader. Not only was this my first varsity game, but it was also my first varsity playoff game. Walking into the visitors’ locker room was no quiet task as we heard the negative comments that were being yelled out by the fans. Once inside the locker room, my team started taking guesses at the number of points that we were going to be outscored by when the clock reached 0.0 seconds