At the moment of his greatest despair he leaned back hard his arms and hands outstretched as if nailed to a cross All he could utter of his inconsolable grief was “We’ll get’em next time” But there is no next time There is only today and today a sort of death has crawled up inside him to mock all his worn-out platitudes Like “When the going gets tough the tough get going” “Tomorrow is another day” and “It ain’t over til the fat lady sings”