“Hey, Jeremy. Are you actually okay?” I ask him. There’s got to be something going on.
“I’m tired as shit,” he grumbles. “You kept me up all night with your fuck noises. Keep it down next time.”
“Sorry, what?” I scoff. “I stayed at Dean’s place last night.”
This guy needs to get his ears checked. Or maybebetweenhis ears.
“Well, maybe it was the neighbors, or I was hallucinating because I’m fucked in the head.”
Ian and I share yet another look, and we don’t have a chance to dig deeper because we’ve arrived at the new varsity training center.Jeremy bolts inside, muttering something about freezing his nuts off, and we both follow with a lot less urgency.
As soon as I step in, I lock eyes with none other than Brad.
“You go ahead,” I tell Ian. “My agent’s here.”
My agent is here, and today is turning into one long series of me being confused by absolutely everything.
“Hi, Brad,” I say, stretching my arm out to greet him. “What’s going on?”
“You didn’t hear this from me, but Nowak’s case is being fast-tracked to trial,” he replies, lowering his voice to something almost inaudible. “Things are happening really fast, and Detroit’s sent scouts here, just in case.”
“Are you serious?”
“No, I’m just messing with you because I’m actually a clown masquerading as a sports agent,” he says, slapping my shoulder with one of his phones. “Yes, I’m serious. I tried calling, but your phone was off or something and I couldn’t get through, and then I had to drive up from Boston so I could get here in time to stroke the scouts under the bleachers and sell the fuck out of you and your record.”
I scoff. If there’s anyone who makes more sex jokes than I do, it’s Brad Davis. And it might not even be a competition.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” I manage. “What do you need me to do?”
“Do what you’ve always done and be a great fucking baseball player. You’ve got this. Leave the rest to me.”
With that, he gives me a friendly slap on the shoulder with his other phone, and both of them are now ringing, so I nod and head over to the changing rooms to get ready for what’s about to be the highest-stakes practice of my life. So far, if everything works out well.
I have time to spare, so I sneak my phone out to give the good, or nerve-wracking, news to Dean.
my agent showed up at practice
Is that a good thing
yeah
and there’s scouts here
the guy who came ahead of me in the draft is going on trial so they’re giving me another look in case things go south for him
That’s good
For you
Good luck
thanks
you should add fucking a professional athlete to your bucket list so I get good vibes or whatever
Stfu
Focus on showing off
