i finally got a chance to see the faces
when the nine stepped into the corral to start the 49th yard.
what i saw was a surprise.
no one’s face revealed anything.
except for a sort of determined set to their jaws
you would have thought this was a monday morning jogging group.
when the bell sounded the death march of the zombies was a thing of the past.
everyone ran from the start.
harvey ran like a bat out of hell.
they have to.
but you could not tell by looking at them.
if they all come in with time to spare
we could be here a long time.
these are 9 pure competitors.
and they seem to all still believe they are going to win.