Page 174 of Waiting Game

Cole: If so, you need to send me there too. I’ll keep him company. We know he gets lonely on his own.

Matt: Screw you.

Cole: Nah, I don’t swing that way, though it’s interesting the reaction I’ve been getting from other guys since I pulled off wearing those hot pink pants *waggles eyebrows*

Matt: Cole, I don’t have the patience tonight for your bullshit

Liam: One of our guys happened to hear a rumor that the Bulldogs are floating you…

Matt: They are

Liam: Why?

Matt: My meniscus is about to give out

We break off to share a worried look.

Liam: Why didn’t you tell us that?

Matt: Because it’s none of your business.

Cole: Of course it fucking is. Are you resting it?

Matt: I’m trying. It’s not easy. Coach isn’t letting up on me

Cole: Why the hell not?

Matt: Got a grudge against me.

Liam: What did you do?

Matt: Fucked his daughter so they’re dumping me before the trade deadline. Now, he’s making sure I remember him.

Liam rubs tiredly at his eyes. “What a dumbass.”

“We all pulled similar stunts at twenty-four, Liam,” I excuse.

Liam: Jesus H. Christ. You guys are a piece of work.

Cole: Not sure that means he deserves to be played within an inch of his meniscus snapping, Liam.

Liam: Never said it did, but how do you guys get yourself into these situations?

Matt: Luck of the draw?

Cole: I was gonna say bad luck lol

Liam: Your meniscus is in really bad shape?

Matt: I can feel it’s on its way out. :/

Liam: How about Gracie gets you onto the Stars?

Matt: I’d take you over the salary cap

Liam: Not if you’re put on the LTIR

Matt: You want me to play second fiddle to Greco?

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