“Let’s have the final two captains come on out for the ceremonial coin toss!” Cecil’s over-enthusiasm was almost comical in contrast to the energy suck of the room. Helen and a tree-trunk of a man in crisp overalls from up around Reelfoot Lake climbed up to the stage. He looked thirty-five and could have leg-wrestled Paul Bunyan to tears. Apparently, he was still in high school and had the voice of an angel. An angel on uncut meth.
“Call it!” yelled Cecil as he flipped up the ceremonial coin that was actually a local arcade token he had borrowed from a dishwasher minutes before in a panic.
“TAILS.” thundered the giant as if ordering the coin, friction, and gravity all to do his bidding or else.
“Tails it is!” Cecil offered without looking at it. “Would you like to go first or second?”
