EIGHT AND OH

Alright — bring it in. Tighter than that. Devon, I don't bite.

The Hawks are eight and oh. I know. They put it on the side of their van. Eight, and oh.

Here's the thing about eight and oh. Nobody remembers it. You know what people remember? The team that wasn't supposed to. A Tuesday — a Saturday, a Saturday in June, when a bunch of runts in mismatched socks just decided not to read the sign on the van.

Marcus. You tied those yourself? Double-knotted. Last September I'm down on one knee doing it for you. September, Marcus.

So today we're gonna —

Hang on. Hang on a second.

Okay. Hands in. All of 'em — Priya, you too, you're on this team whether the ball ever finds you or not, that's the deal, that's the whole entire deal, that's the only deal I've got.

On three. Somebody loses today. No law says it can't be them.

One. Two —

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Who. Took. The orange slices.