Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Seventy-Nine
It takes me a minute to remember that the sound I am hearing is coming from the speakers. The playlist is cycling through nature sounds.
I tell him that I have a good feeling about today. Something that feels different. Something about them feels different.
So cold.
It’s always a game of how much information is too much.
Another cup of noodles while typing and trying to think of new ways to say the same things.
I think we’re more excited than scared, and that’s a much better place to be.
Thinking of all the people I need to text, email, or call. Thinking of all the things I’d like to make room in my brain to do. Seeing all the school emails popping in to remind me that the spring semester begins soon and that I need to do my FAFSA and I need to find an internship. An internship. How will I have time for an internship?
Tight game. I can see the frustration on the faces of the opposing team. That’s a good thing. We go into the locker room tied 17-17.
39-29. So close. But so far. But so close. The closest margin of defeat in 10 years is just fine. And we’re still 7-8 and 2-3, and that’s still better than we’ve been in 10 years. This is still the best team. And I think they are finally starting to believe it.
But still, there are small signs along the way that let you know you’re doing something right.
Too much adrenaline for a Tuesday night.
