With nothing to do, Ken packed up his bags and got ready to head back to Japan. Steve was also heading back to Texas today to see his family, so they decided to head to the airport together.
The two were still a little shaken from the loss and the departure of some good friends from the baseball team so they didn't talk much along the way.
"Next year we'll win the trophy." Steve said after a long silence.
"You think so?" Ken asked, noncommittally. It was one thing making the declaration, but another thing entirely doing so. They would have to restructure the team, almost starting from scratch.
Out of the old team, there weren't many who were left apart from them and Brian.
"Damn man, you're meant to be optimistic with me." Steve said, letting out a small laugh.
"Sorry man, it's a little hard. I thought this season was our best shot at winning." Ken admitted, his tone a little forlorn.