Page 49 of The Cutting Edge
“Well, first of all, it’s pretty obvious that the guy saw Logan coming, I mean look at the replay, he’s looking right at him. And second, Logan isn’t intentionally running the guy into the wall, he got into a wreck with the other guy and was just sliding out of control in the wall guy’s direction. That’s not malice, it’s like… it’sphysics.”
I'm so irritated on Logan's behalf. Clearly, the stakes are super high for this game, and it's going to be very hard for them to win with their head coach and their star shooter cooling their heels in the locker room.
“Would it be weird to text him and tell him I'm sorry about what happened…” I say. Logan and I haven’t talked much since I kicked him out of my hospital room on the day I found out I couldn’t work or train until I passed the USFS concussion protocol – and that I’d be stuck in the hospital for at least another week with a fractured skull.
“Definitely, "says Marissa.
I pick up my phone, contemplating what to say.
ME:
Hey, I saw what happened in the game. I’m sorry, that was a tough break. Just me or was that a bad call from the official?
LOGAN:
You were watching?
ME:
Yeah. I consider it my civic responsibility to root for the home team. Also, there’s a billboard with your face on it right outside my hospital room.
LOGAN:
Haha seriously? Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure they’re going to take that down by the end of the week.
And I’m probably the wrong guy to ask about whether it was a bad call. But yeah, it sucked.
ME:
Just wanted to tell you I thought you got a raw deal.
I don’t know if I should say anymore or just let it drop. Weirdly, I kind of miss Logan dropping by the hospital every night. Not that I would admit it. Especially after vehemently defending my choice to Marissa to kick him out in the first place.
LOGAN:
I appreciate it.
How are you feeling? I’ve been really worried about you, but wanted to respect your privacy.
ME:
Marissa told me you ask about me every day.
LOGAN:
When I said I wanted to respect your privacy, I meant from afar. You can’t blame me for wanting to make sure you’re okay. But also, please tell Marissa she’s a traitor for selling me out.
ME:
She’s my best friend, what did you expect? ;-) And also, TOTALLY a traitor.
LOGAN:
I see your point.
ME:
Thank you for all the gifts. You really didn’t have to. It’s hard to pick a favorite, but seriously? Puppies?! Best. Gift. Ever.
