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.