Page 124 of Who's Playing You
So as long as the three of us kept playing some of the best ball we’d ever played, well then, San Fran was ready and willing to sign us right away.
And if that were to be the case, what would the point be in telling Loving and Papas about how I screwed them over? And besides, if we all got to San Fran after this season, what would the one year apart really matter? It’d just be a little side note in the margin of our story.
Or at least that’s what I continued to tell myself.
I realized that I could keep this secret to myself for the rest of my life just as long as I managed to make the trades happen come spring. And if I didn’t… the uncertainty of it all is where my conscience really was working overtime.
As if sensing that I was thinking of them, my phone went off like a cannon with the two of them going on about the upcoming Thanksgiving Day game between their two teams.
Trickie Nickies
The Holy One:
Humbled? You throwing INTs this early in the week?
I’m on a bye week and am coming with popcorn
The Holy One:
You better pray your O-line remembers how to spell “block” because my boys are coming for your neck.
The Love Machine:
Bring it. Just know my girl’s gonna be in the front row watching me torch your defense.
Here we go.
The Love Machine:
She said she’s looking forward to meeting you.
I’ll give her an autograph.
The Holy One:
No one needs a one hit wonder signature.
Oh, the Saint has arrived.
The Love Machine:
Says the guy bringing a not-girlfriend to the game.
LMAOOO right! Like what even is that, Nik? You bringing your emotional support reporter or what?
The Holy One:
She’s not my girl. She’s there to write a story. And everyone’s gotta eat so she’s coming to dinner with us.
The Love Machine:
Translation: she lets Nik eat but won’t taste him back.
She’s a cougar, she’s gonna get hers first.
The Holy One:
Don’t fucking call her that. And none of y’all better look at her sideways.
