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which they would eventually lose. Caitlyn established a solid 5-2 lead in the second set before seeing it evaporate after her opponent fought back to tie the set and gain the momentum. All spectators surrounded Caitlyn's court watching both athletes competing vigorously for each point. Caitlyn won the critical game six and needed match point in game seven to claim the set, match, team match, state title, and an undefeated season. She glanced briefly at the crowd but only saw her teammates watching with wide eyes while clinging to the chain-link fence. Letting out a breath she served to her opponent who fired back to Caitlyn's right. Hours of wind sprints paid off as she dug hard and positioned herself to return the ball. With all of the cards on the table, Caitlyn gave it her best shot: a laser down the line that landed two inches inbounds away from her opponent's reach. The Division 1 title and an undefeated, 24-0 season were decided by two inches. Afterwards, Coaches Brazier and Bennett stood before their student- athletes. Emotional, Brazier implored them to savor the moment. "As you get older, you'll realize just how special today was. Most people will never say that even for a fleeting moment they were perfect!" In a mischievous gesture, Anna and freshman Maria Laso snuck up and drenched their coach with iced water. Ashley recalled that their accomplishment did not sink in until the ride home. At the Wellesley- Natick line, a Wellesley police cruiser led the team's school bus, back to WHS with lights and sirens on. Proud parents and friends welcomed the team with cake. The co-captains opened a massive champagne bottle (non-alcoholic). Kelli shook it and soaked her teammates while Queen's "We Are the Champions" blared in the background. After fifteen minutes, the impromptu cele- bration ended. The gathering dwin- dled, leaving an empty parking lot at dusk. Only a stray champagne cork lay somewhere in the early summer grass, testament to the sublime glory that we all yearn for but only a select few savor. 136 Two Inches to Perfect W e l l e s l e y W e s t o n M a g a z i n e | s p r i n g 2 0 1 7