Power Forward (Chicago Thunder #4)

Chapter Eleven

Jackson

We lost our home game last night 3-2, meaning the mood on the plane to Dallas early this morning was shit. We were all tired and achy, and the last thing any of us wanted to do was to get up at the ass crack of dawn to catch a flight to play a second game in twenty-four hours. But here we are, in the underbelly of the arena in Dallas, getting ready for game one of five on our eight-day road trip.

Something that my kids were not happy about and made sure to let me know yesterday morning, when my mom came to pick them up for school, by making things as difficult as possible. It doesn’t get any easier. The guilt clawed up my throat, festering all day. I don’t blame them for my piss-poor performance on the ice last night, but I can’t deny my head was not in the game.