Phil tossed his towel onto the bench and slammed the locker room door behind him. “That was pathetic! Freaking pathetic!”
Randy wiped his face with a towel and scratched at his beard. “Yeah. Our effort sucked tonight.”
Phil paused to stare at his teammate while the rest went about their business. “What was that?”
“We sucked. That trophy should’ve been ours, but we sucked!” Randy’s face turned bright red under his brown beard.
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Having to watch them get the trophy, that’s what.”
Randy chuckled. “Sorry, I thought you wanted to win.”