I don’t like this. But being away from Bailey for three days is going to be my norm soon, once the season starts up, so I guess this is good practice. I thought I had more time with her this summer, but when Coach Dodd asked me to attend the training camp for our minor league affiliate team in Wisconsin, I couldn’t exactly say no.
Which means I’m currently standing in the center of a foul-smelling locker room, watching twenty dudes lace up their skates. I call out for their attention and check the notes I took on my phone after watching their practice yesterday.
“Listen up!” I shout when the back of the room still hasn’t quieted down. Silence finally settles around us, and all eyes swing up to meet mine. “Things got off to a slow start yesterday, but once you were warmed up, you were on.
