"Good game." Cris jr grinned as he looked around at his tired team. He wasn't worried anymore, his team would win the next game for sure. Luckily, with the new people who'd just joined the team- they actually had more hope than last time. We'll win. After the usual fist bumps and shoulder bumps, Cris jr made his way over to the locker room. He was covered in sweat, the white on his sport kit becoming see through because of it.