I wake up with a jolt when the alarm clock goes off at 6:15 a.m.. My jaw still hurts from clenching it all night. The dismal prospects of the upcoming Phoenix launch were never far from my mind.
As usual, before climbing out of bed, I quickly scan my phone for any bad news. Usually, I would spend about ten minutes replying to e-mails—it always feels good to lob a couple of balls off my side of the court.
I see something that makes me bolt upright so abruptly that I wake up Paige. “Oh, my God. What, what?” she asks frantically, not fully awake.
“It’s another e-mail from Steve. Hang on, darling…” I say to her, while I squint to read it.
From: Steve Masters
To: Bill Palmer
Cc: Nancy Mailer, Dick Landry
Date: September ...