Onward Hoe!

Sad night tonight. I almost cried...seriously. And I wanted to vomit. Part of it was the chai. I don't know why I keep drinking the stuff. It makes me feel all weird...jittery and jell-o-y all at once. My stomach was just in knots. I was so anxious. It was a helpless feeling. We needed support, yet couldn't find anyone else to come. It was a night when the few but faithful just weren't enough. And our feeble introvert yells weren't rowdy enough to rile up the troops. Bloomberg was simply too good...too fast. Good game. Close game. We just didn't make it tonight. Tough one guys. You played well. I will always be proud. It just wasn't your night. But still, an overwhelmingly winning record. 9:2. Next week. Next week....