Near the end of my third day here, I pause to take stock. This morning, my feet were holding up, but my game was bottoming out. This afternoon, however, I sense that I might be over the hump, and some of the others seem to agree. The rotation continues until someone flubs a shot. The first team to 11 points wins.
Losers buy the first round.
He sends me packing to join Carpenter, and he takes Yamada. I go all out, yet I'm relaxed. Suddenly Carpenter and I come storming back. Alas, the next point goes their way, when Schreiber wallops an outright winner. The last day.