“Glenn, I’ve known you long enough to appreciate that statement,” Michael responded, picking up a towel and wiping sweat off his face.
“Well how’s it feel now that you’re finally in session?” Glenn asked him as he took another shot, this time making it, “has it sunk in yet?”
“What sunk in?” Michael asked him as he went to pick up the ball.
“That you’re the thing you’ve wanted to be since we were teenagers?” Glenn asked with a smile.
Michael took a mid-range jump shot. The ball clanged off the rim.
“I guess it hasn’t, yet,” he replied, rebounding the ball as it came right back to him and taking another shot, “I guess I feel like I’ve still been pretty busy.”
“I know we said we wouldn’t talk politics,” Glenn responded as he watched this ball clang away and ran after it, “but you know i
