"Hey, what's up?"
"Oh, not much. Just driving to Deer Park..."
After the text fest en route--oh, the GPS fail, taking the eastbound exit to the LIE, "Exit 52 and 53 are connected...I just missed it," and before the post-meet limp of the coaches to their cars:
Many missed squat-ons, three medals, two in tears, a decent insult and a pretty humorous insinuation, and one hyperextended elbow later, I wonder if it's them or me but either way it's all of us. I want the best for you--God, I'd do it for you if I could--I wish you all burned the way I do, but at the end of the day, most days, today is one, you all walk out laughing and maybe that's all I can ask for.
I have a secret.