OpportunitiesChapter 3
We walked to the gym, flashed our ID’s then found seats behind the bench. The players all said they were glad to see me up and around. One of the staff trainers told me to come in Monday to get checked out and then with a smiling leer at Misty, “Don’t hurt our boy here, we need him to play soon.” Misty laughed before saying softly in my ear, “Don’t you know that guy would love to be in your shoes right now.” The game was okay; kind of boring as neither team really took control. They just...