The next day featured all the makings of an epic, glorious day: bright sun, cloudless sky, birds singing in three part harmonies, a couple of chocolate Pop Tarts for breakfast, the works.
I had never wanted to stay in bed more.
Going to school after blowing the championship was going to be torture. Expecting the worst, I purposefully dressed in clothes in which I wouldn't mind being tarred and feathered. I considered wearing knee pads for all the times I'd be shoved down the stairs, but I decided to man-up and take my lumps.