Chapter Seventeen––––––––
The day the Kings played the St. Louis Sidewinders, Devon arrived at the stadium early.
The bus that brought the Sidewinders from the airport was in the parking lot. The cornerback went into the locker room. He was the first one there, so he dropped down on one knee and said a quiet prayer. Then, he ripped off his T-shirt and began to change into his uniform.
Fifteen minutes later, most of the players on his team had ambled in.
“Bastards think they’re gonna win again. They’re wrong,” said Trunk Mahoney.
“Damn right,” echoed Griff Montgomery.
Lawson “The Kid” Breaker looked nervous.
“No penalties, right, Kid?” Bullhorn asked, slapping the younger player on the back.
Buddy Carruthers came in, his face dark and cloudy. He walked up to Griff. “If your fuckin’
