Moral victories are fine in their place. You’re outnumbered, outgunned, and out-talented yet, you remain in your opponent’s chest. You’re fighting for every possession. For every loose ball and every charge. You as a team are doing the most with the least and the actual victory is there for the taking. You almost made key baskets down the stretch, and almost won.
But as R&B singer Brandy used to sing, “Almost doesn’t count.”
Almost will never count. Ever.