Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Fifty-Seven
Late start but I manage to get in a good session to steady myself for the day.
I don’t think red falls in the parameters of the dress code, but it’s game day so I wear the red blazer anyway.
It’s always so cold in this basement. A meeting room without windows is soul-sucking.
I think everyone just wanted to eat lunch.
Butterflies. The first time I’ve had butterflies so far this season. I take a few deep breaths and drink some water.
“I feel a sweep,” I say. “Me too. But I always think I’m going to win,” he says. I turn to look at him. “My husband always says that every night, despite the length of our losing streak, I always said that we could win. You can always win.” “Even when I lose, I win.” I nod my head in agreement—lucky, lucky us.
i see that we’re up by 10 points and take a time out to tell everyone to relax, slow the pace down.
The last time we beat them was 2012.
“And we did it with only seven girls,” I say to her. “It’s the right seven.” I agree.
I tell him that I think the secret is the screaming.
