Tomorrow

Javier from Walton Avenue tugged on my elbow as I was totaling my scorecard outside the players’ gate last night.

“There isn’t much to write down,” he said. “The game kinda got away from us and we couldn’t get it back. It’s disappointing, but we’ll get ‘em tomorrow.”

“Everything will be better tomorrow,” I said.

Javier nodded.

“That’s what keeps us going,” he said. “By tomorrow we’ll be closer to our next win than our last loss.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Tomorrow…”