“We’ve got to call a team meeting. The ship is sinking,” I say to Frankie the day after the Jefferson loss. “If we go many more games without a win, the season’s gonna be lost. The conference race will be over and we can kiss the state tourney goodbye. Morale is already heading to the crapper.”
“I hear ya, dude.”
I desperately wanted my co-captain to disagree with my last statement—team morale isn’t bad yet—but he didn’t.
“I feel a little weird running a players-only meeting, but I think we have to,” I say. “Maybe without Coach Ant, the guys will be free to say what they think and offer ideas on how to turn things around. Of course, it could end up as a gripe fest, but I think that’s a risk we have to take.”
Frankie and I aren’t sure how Coach Antonelli will respond to our initiative,
