Wins, like love affairs of youth, are each their own uniquely beautiful story. And sometimes they even involve a good amount of pain.
That being said, there are some real reasons for concern. Our capacity to show up lookin like a group of random guys playing pickup at an open gym causes me some real emotional agony. There are mental focus and willpower focus issues that should hardly exist at this point in the season.
Still. The love story of each win is filled with heroic and triumphant details:
Coleman “I’m summoning my better self today” Hawkins.
Dain “lemme dance all over yo Red Scarlet dreams” Dainja.
Ty “out in the streets, they call it murder” Rodgers.
Matthew “okay, I guess I can start playin for real” Mayer.