Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Seven
What day is it?
First one in to enjoy the quiet. Get water, settle in, stare out the window at the morning sky.
What are the priorities?
I ask him to talk me through the things in the text message because there is no time to read. That is a good statistic. But we need to score more.
Oh no, it’s him.
As he drives, I watch him fumble around digging for tiny bits of triangle chips to dip into a jar of yellow-orange queso dip.
Trivia to wake everyone up. I think it might have worked.
I sit back in my chair and eat my salad. I really hate this place.
Healthy and whole, we would have won.
She’s the last one waiting. I tell her that these other teams don’t even realize that they are playing against mostly freshmen and sophomores. That they are doing a good job hanging in there with all of the other upperclassmen. She says that that means when they are juniors and seniors, they are going to be amazing. They are. “You’re going to beat everyone.”
