Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & One
A Thursday that feels like a Friday.
The sound of steady rain touching everything.
“Leave everything on the court, because tomorrow is never promised.”
I am the first one in the office. I don’t turn on any of the lights. I keep her on speakerphone while I turn on my computer, make a cup of decaf in the Nespresso. I tell her that I should come in early more often. Reminds me of my days in my old office at The Reserve.
Disappointed but not surprised.
Boundary work.
Counting down the minutes. Envisioning best-case scenarios.
As we get closer to the gym, there’s a break in the clouds, and I see the sun trying to push through. I take it as a sign that good things are to come.
We really gotta step up our hospitality.
I wait for them to come out of the locker room. Give each one a hug before we walk back out into the rain. What better way to end a season?
“Last year, we instilled hope. Now we expect to win.” - Deion Sanders
