At times, after games, I’ve been tired and put off the self-chastising exercise for later. But by the next morning the intensity is gone. What ends up as notes then is a paraphrase of a paraphrase. It’s a hit-and-miss scenario, because the immediacy is lost. All that the brief notes that I scribble with half a heart after a late breakfast the morning after a game tell me now is that I survived.
