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We end up winning the game and rush to the locker room to shower the game off us. Victory smells sweet and we are all on a high as the clubhouse is full of chatter.
Bently whips a towel in my direction as we stand in front of our side-by-side cages.
“Fucker, I heard you’re first on this PR stint?”
“PR stint?”
“You know, fan for a day and shit.” Bently wipes off the residual shower water off his shoulders.
“Oh that! Yeah, I guess so.” I shrug. “I wasn’t really listening when Melinda was talking about it yesterday. I had two chicks on their way over and my mind on the game for today, so I would have agreed to give her a foot massage and wouldn’t have known it.”
“Starting this season off right, I see.” Bently smiles.
“I’ve got to. So many women not enough time,” I joke trying to keep a straight face.
“If only these women knew what a sentimental fuck you really are, I’ve seen your Blu-Ray collection.”
I snap my towel in his direction and make contact with his thigh as he tries to move out of the way.
“Any clue when this PR thing will happen?” I ask.
“Reynolds!” the coach yells from his office at the far end of the room.
I drop my towel, head over to his office, and knock on the doorway as I enter. Skipper motions for me to sit at the chair in front of his desk without looking up. A few moments of uncomfortable silence fills the room as he finishes whatever he is writing before he drops his pen and looks up at me.
“Fine game, Gun,” he says in his commanding voice.
“Thank you sir, it was a team effort,” I say with a nod.
“Tomorrow, a fan will follow you around. Do the normal, do something fun.”
“Normal. Fun. Got it,” I nod.
“Melinda will draw up a tentative schedule and email it to you tonight. I don’t know who the hell the fan is, but make sure you’re on your best behavior, I need your A-game here son.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Make sure you are here at eight sharp tomorrow morning to meet with this kid.”
“Do we already know who it is?” I ask.
“No, but I assume it’s a kid. If it’s an adult, same thing. No bars, no chicks and give your best side.”
“You got it Skipper!” I give him a thumbs up.
“Dismissed.” He says as he gets back to whatever he was working on when I first got here.
I ARRIVE on time and even early just in case this fan did, too. I wait in the clubhouse just as the email directions instructed me to. I was killing it in Candy Crush when I hear a door open.
Melinda enters first, followed by a petite female. Melinda is talking loudly explaining to her about the day as they approach me. I stand, pocket my phone and wait for her to introduce us.
“Gunnar Reynolds, this is Ms. Sawyer Rotham. She will be spending the day with you. Sawyer, you have my card; call me if you should need me at any time. Gun, behave.” she points her finger and then retreats.
“You’re my Ultimate Fan?” I ask her in disbelief, my eyebrows shooting to my hairline. I turn to Melinda, “I thought these things would be with a kid?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call me your ultimate fan, but I like baseball,” she shrugs her voice soft.
“Do you like baseball? Do you know who I am?” I ask incredulously as she wrinkles her nose at me.
