Yeah, I saw the whole text thread from my family.
I know Max knows who was in my house last night.
He clearly hasn’t breathed a word of it either, which I appreciate on Waverly’s behalf.
I tip athanks for not being a dicknod at him.
He keeps staring.
“No coffee,” I say. Forgot to drink mine. I was enjoying watching Waverly drink hers too much to think about my own.
The whole room gasps.
“I’ll go get you one, Coop!” Diego leaps to his feet. Didn’t see him there behind the couch. Wonder if he was meditating.
“Thanks, D. No need. I got this.”
“You said that last game,” Robinson says.
“Lay off, Robby,” Ash says. “It’s not like he made that pitch go wild and hit him in the ass on purpose.”
Darren’s watching me as intensely as Max is. “You want to talk about it?”
“I’m good. Thanks, big guy. Got this.”
“Fucker,” he mutters. “I don’t want to know.”
“Did you lift your curse?” Diego breathes.
I snag the hat of awesome from the top shelf behind the bar and plop it on my head. And when I sayhat of awesome, you don’t want to know. Unless you were here for the mascot wars, in which case, yeah, it’s the pornographic Meaty the Meatball hat.
And then I wink at our rookie catcher. “Guess we’re gonna find out today, aren’t we? I. Am. On. Top. Of. The. Fucking. World. Who wants to get their asses kicked inGo, Ash, Go?”
“It’s going to have to wait, Mr. Rock.”
All of us turn to look at the social media assistant hovering in the doorway. He’s pretty new. Basically his rookie season too. You can see the kid trying hard not to trip over himself when he has to talk to one of us in here, so we’re doing our best to be real to help him out.
I tip the full-package hat at him. “Percy! What’s up, my man?”
He clears his throat. “We need you for another episode ofAdvice with Cooper.”
“Awesome. That’s my favorite part of the day.”
Several groans go up in the locker room.
But there are a few cheers too.
I grin at Percy. “Lemme go change quick.”
How high am I riding today?
So high that I completely miss the signs as I head into the locker room to grab my jersey.
I pop the door on my locker, and a million foam mascots spill out.
And then a ceiling panel opens over me, and a million more foam mascots crash down over my head.
Another ceiling panel opens next to the first, and—you guessed it.
