Chapter 9

“Hello, this is Chris Berman of ESPN. I’d like to come up to your room for an interview.”

“You do the worst Boomer imitation ever,” Adam replied, laughing.

Brendan laughed as well. “Yeah, but I mean it. Gimme your room number and I’ll come right over. I miss you, man.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Adam exclaimed.

“Yeah…out of my mind in love with you. What’s the number?”

“Brendan! The whole team is in rooms on this floor.”

“I’ll be careful, man. I gotta see you.”

“We can’t. Two days before the game. No one ever ‘visits’ someone from the team they’re playing at this point in the playoffs, especially if they’re supposed to have this big-time grudge thing going on and definitely not in their hotel room.”

“Then come to my place. Here’s the address…”

Exasperated, Adam said, “We have curfew. You know that. They’ll check to make sure we’re in our rooms.”

“Adam…”

“No!”

Brendan was silent.