Tonight was the final. Las Panteras vs. Las Águilas. The gym smelled of floor wax and sweat. As the referee blew the whistle, Don Tito licked his pencil lead and began to write.
But something was wrong. Midway through the second set, he saw it. In the “anotaciones” column—a space he never touched—a small, faded mark appeared. A cross. Like a tiny grave. hoja de anotacion voleibol
After the game, the young assistant coach came to Don Tino. “I need the official hoja de anotación for the league records,” she said. Tonight was the final
He looked up. The game continued. The ball flew back and forth. Las Panteras’ captain, a fierce woman named Valeria, dove for a ball and slammed her hip on the floor. She didn’t get up. The gym smelled of floor wax and sweat
But tonight, Don Tino had won. He had outscored a ghost on his own scoresheet.