re: Relate your experience in your last ever high school game in any sport

Got knocked out by some dick from a school nicknamed the Unicorns in the tennis state singles round of 8 6-4, 3-6, 6-4. Was more torn up about losing that match than I was about my high school sports career being over because I had only played tennis for the school for two years and I was on a somewhat miraculous run through the tourney. College I went to didn't offer schollies except for baseball, so I wasn't about to walk on and play tennis with a bunch of goddamn Brazilians (seriously, all Brazilians and one Norwegian kid).

October 1992. Playing against a rival HS and my own fellow OL-man fell on the backside of my knee as I was hit up top. Tore my MCL (thankfully not a complete tear).

I only played four games my Sr. year in HS, but was lucky enough to get a Football ride to my Alum. (Smallest D1 school in the country btw )

One thing I'll never forget was how my HS Coaches tossed me aside when I wasn't of use to them anymore. The OL person of the year awarded to another player which only threw salt in the wound. There was only one Coach that I kept in contact with after I graduated. This coach contacted me while I was in college to have me send him my College photo to hang on the wall with a couple of players that received scholarships after I had graduated. He was and still is a good man; he still coaches to this day and led our HS to a state playoff birth after he became Head Coach several years later.

My last game in College was November 1996, playing a rival for bragging rights. I had previously started the last three seasons at left guard, but lost my starting position after dropping 45 lbs. at Fort Bragg that summer (I'm Army). I only played about half of the game. We lost but I wasn't upset. I walked the field for awhile with my parents and touched the grass and soaked up the scenery. It was the last time that I ever put on pads. I kept my game jerseys, last pair of game cleats and helmet and have them in my man cave.

Strange to think that the methodical and ritualistic stuff we did as young men are long gone; the way we laced our shoes, the order we put our pads in. I guess my gear in the Army replaced a lot of that for some time.

I had a good experience playing. I'm not an X-and-O's guy, I don't play fantasy or even know most of the player names nowadays. I just played and that's fine with me.

Dropping in again to say that my last high school game was a victory by 10 run rule in the state championship

I cried on the 2 hour bus ride home from state finals.

I was on the court as the final buzzer sounded on our basketball season. It was a feeling of what could have been for me and the team.
Our team was mediocre and so was I. In the second quarter of the third game of the year I suffered a freak severe ankle sprain after rolling my ankle while challenging a jump shooter. I was the fifth/sixth man before the injury but missed all but the last two games. It was sad knowing that all I would play was intramurals and men's league games from that point on, but I didn't miss the 3 hour practices and suicides.

Soccer and we lost 1-0 in the state semis and the guy that scored torched me on a run. But our offense was to blame too.

Thanks for the bad memories a-hole.

But no I didn't cry or linger around. It was the day of graduation so I had other shite to worry about.

Chalked the loss up to us being no damn good. Other than no speed, no size, and no talent we might have been better. Went with best friend who'd turn 18 (drinking age then) the next day to Tarrant County because Johnson County was dry. He got carded and the clerk wouldn't sell him beer until midnight... Oops! They closed at 11:30. Perfect ending to the night.

My last high school game was at the LSU PM Assembly Center in the LHSAA Top 24 championship game. We lost a game we should have won. That lost stung for many years. I still wish I could go back to that game and replay it.

Football, 1972 state semifinals, we lost, don't remember the score. Was glad I would never have to practice or play again, it was my dad's thing and I did it to make him happy, 42 years later all I have to remind me of that time are two knees that hurt like hell.