It has been difficult to sit on the bench most of the time, watching my team from the sideline. I always1 why I am not good enough to be on the floor. After endless hours of work and devotion, pushing myself through drill after drill, the last thing I want is to be a cheerleader. The feeling of being2 is sometimes too much and drives me to3 on the spot. I often feel as though my4 are wasted and my time is eaten away, 5 nothing. It is heartbreaking to be a spectator（旁观者） for the game I love, knowing that no one has enough faith to give me the chance to6 on the floor. Tears well up（涌出）, but I7 them back. I shouldn't be so8 something so silly.
Away from the game, it's easier to put my thoughts together, rather than letting my 9 drive my reasoning. I consider why I am where I am. I have played basketball my whole life. I have a strong10 for the sport and always have. There is nothing like the11 of playing: the swish（飕飕声） of the net, the sweat rolling off my cheeks, even the bruises（青肿） are battle wounds worn12 after every game.
Even if I don't play much, I participate in every13 . I am part of a team of girls who stick together like a family. I am there for them, as they are for me.
Should I move on? Or should I stay with my team and continue playing basketball with great passion just a little longer? The 14 isn't difficult when I consider the joy that being a part of a team
15 me-and not just any team, but my team. I love basketball and my teammates. When I think about that, my view from the bench really isn't so bad after all.
