Yesterday started fine. We got through the quarterfinals, closer than it should have been, but we closed it out 11-1 in the third. Then in the semis, Aiden Schenk and Clayton Powell just steamrolled us. Credit to them, they played well. But the score isn’t the story. After the first game of the quarters, I could feel my bag filling. And it didn’t stop. All day, constant output. The outer seal had completely lifted, which meant the inner ring was living on borrowed time. Once moisture gets in...