Charlie was the last to leave the locker room. He sat taking it all in. Four years of bonding, laughing, and growing had taken place in this room. He knew months ago that senior year meant he would soon play his final game. He could faintly hear the sounds of the crowd cheering and the warm up music bumping. On his way out of the locker room, Charlie paused in the doorway, looking back into the room that shaped who he had become. He dedicated his life to this game. In return, the game steered him toward his best life.