All weekend I was fighting through my leg injury while trying to go toe to toe with the best riders in the country for the MotoAmerica championship. Saturday was a war, but we came out on top, grabbed the win, and clawed back some points with only four races left. Sunday told a different story. I didn’t have anything for Cam and Bobby. They put 14 seconds on me, and after all the work Saturday it felt like a dagger straight to the heart. That’s racing, the thrill of victory one day and the sting of defeat the next. Now it all comes down to New Jersey in two weeks. Three races. 75 points. I’m 22 points down and it’s time to let it all hang out. Either I fight with everything I’ve got or that #1 plate slips away.