Chapter 8We coasted through the first two rounds of playoffs, destined for a final-series rematch with our arch-rivals, the Spring Chickens. With the best-of-three series tied at one game apiece, it all came down to one last game.
Maybe, the last game that our team would be together.
I tried not to think about that.
The night before the final, Val disappeared into the bedroom early and was already asleep by the time I turned in. I attributed it to her wanting to get a good night’s sleep.
The next morning, I made my customary offer of a lift to the game, which Val, as per custom, declined. Even after she’d moved in with me, she continued to insist on driving herself to the arena. If she’d accepted today, it would’ve made me nervous. Athletes like their routines during playoffs, and I wa
