"They're actually one of the groups we represent."
"Why don't you work with them since you're such a fan?"
"Spin is a super group. They make more money than you," I chuckle, "If your ego can believe it. Mr. Carson's wife used to be their money manager."
"And she isn't anymore?"
"No."
I'm not going to elaborate on why.
"Well you don't need them anyway. I'm the only client you need, because I require your full attention."
"You really need something else to do."
"Something or someone." He grins deliciously.
"Do you ever stop?"
"Not even if you beg me to."
Chapter Thirteen
SAINT
It's rare that I see my brother. We're typically in completely different cities during training camp, the season, and during off-season he lives home in Pennsylvania, and I stay in New York. But we're still close, and our busy schedules don't stop us from regular random phone check-ins. Especially when one of us has had a good game, and Michael just had a hell of one yesterday.
"Hey there, young fella."
I always like to remind Michael how he's very much the older brother and getting older every day.
"What's up, little Gunslinger."
"Saw you out there kicking ass yesterday."
"Yeah, we're definitely on all cylinders. Something is just clicking for us right now. Feels good."
"How much harder do you want to kick me in my balls, Mikey?"
He laughs heartily through the phone. A familiar childhood sound that reminds me of so many memories, sometimes laughing with me and sometimes at me.
"You'll figure it out. You always have."
I hope so.
"So what's this I hear about you jumping ship?"
"What do you mean?"
"Dad's feelings are hurt I think."
Oh, the money management thing.
"It had nothing to do with him or Uncle Greg."
"Then what is it? Dad does a good job of managing our careers. What would make you sign on the dotted line with an outsider? A company that dad didn't even get the chance to vet for you. We've never even heard of them."
I don't say anything at first out of embarrassment. I didn't think it totally through when I decided that I had to learn more about Sabrina White on her own territory. I mean I do really want her to find me some endorsement dollars, but that's not the primary reason I went knocking on Carson Financial's door. Truth is that I wanted to see her again. Plain and simple. I didn't actually think about how this would affect my family at the time and how it would hurt my dad's feelings.
