First Game Blues

Between basketball games, the first a big loss and the second a rousing win.  If I'd had the ability to see into the future, perhaps my journal would have reflected the joy of the win. Instead it seems to communicate the feelings of defeat we all felt.

We don't know what is to come. Not a clue. Perhaps this is why I need to keep an attitude of hope... Don't forget: Hope Lives!

Love you. Bunches.