It was a rough game, but there's always tomorrow, right? 

As the players file out of the clubhouse you pour yourself a nice glass of room-temp Merlot.  It reminds you of riding bikes along the beach as a child and, later, how the warm summer breeze rustled your sweetheart's hair before your first kiss.  You let the sweet memories overtake you as you quietly submit to slumber.

You wake up several hours later.  You still need to set tomorrow's lineup.  Everyone appears to be gone, but there is a light coming from the training room.  Do you:

Go home and prepare for tomorrow's game, or

Open the door to the Training Room