Chapter 8
The Score
It’s Saturday night, and they order a pizza. There’s
anxiousness in the air; she senses it. He gobbles
down a couple of slices, looks at her, and says, “I’ll
be back in a few.”
“Where are you going?” she
asks.
“Big game tomorrow. I’ve got to
start prepping,” he replies.
The Dolphins are playing the
Patriots, and that means a big
tailgate party, the kind of party
you start preparing for the
night before. He heads off to the
grocery store to load up on ribs,
drinks, chips, and salads.
“Beep, beep, beep.” The alarm goes off. It’s 6:30
a.m., and he jumps out of bed to prep the food, load
the coolers, and ice the drinks. He makes
sure not to forget the chairs or the grill,
and especially not the football. I ӊe