i was playing a game. we were winning 5-4. It was a nail biter. My coach has made good plays though so we had kept the lead. As the game to an end the press all rushed over to talk to me. cameras flashed and they gave me a microphone. “how does it feel to have won the game leading up to the championship bracket?” a reporter asked me. “feels good. nothing we aren’t used to though.” i said in response. as they asked questions i caught glance of a girl. she was in the crowd walking out. she was intriguing. i knew i had to catch her on my way out. the press slowly went to my coach and i rushed to get to the girl. damnnit. i had lost her. all i could remember was that she was short with blonde hair. that’s all i could see.