“Finally, I catch you.” My mom’s voice comes over the speaker, sounding cheerful and a little relieved.
“Hey. Yeah, sorry. It’s been a busy few days.”
I’ve been cleared by the team physicians and am back to my usual schedule—which means team workouts and meetings with the coaching staff. Our season came to an abrupt and unsatisfying conclusion, as sometimes happens when you’re in the semi-finals and up against the best team in the western conference, but such is life. There’s always next time.
“Well, I just wanted to check on you. The doctor said the concussion is gone?”
She’s referring to my text to the family, in which I told them I was given the “all clear.”
“Yup. All healed up.”
“That’s a relief.”
While I shed my towel and quickly get dressed, Mom fills me in on Nora and the bab
