Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Four
7:30 in the morning. A sigh of relief. Finally a morning of sleeping in.
Cleaning day.
This one-car thing when everyone needs to be in different places at the same time is not fun.
We slowly dwindle to a more reasonable number, and that feels easier.
What is the energy I want? What is the energy we need? Does it match? No.
I love this about driving for these tournaments: the questions I get to ask, the questions I’m asked, the spontaneous, unguided, non-basketball conversations. I listen, I learn, I laugh.
“Do less, more perfect.”
I remember that my responsibility at this level is to win.
“Be sure to smile; this is going in the paper!”
I tell him we’re 3 and 3. 3. and. 3.