Chapter 4Boston and Cambridge, the near future
“It’s not a mathematical impossibility, but let’s just say it’s not a mathematical probability.”
That’s what Milo would say about the pickle Alex now found himself in—down 5–0 in the third, rubber set. You know you’re going to have to win seven games in a row, don’t you? Milo would say.
Yes, Milo, I know, Alex thought. Jesus Christ, how did he get himself into this situation? Oh yes—losing his focus, letting his emotions and the past get to him. Boston had that effect on him. It was the city where he had first tasted success—a Harvard darling, graduating magna c*m laude and as an NCAA champion, all at nineteen. Now, two years later, it was a city that expected much of him and where there were reminders of “them,” well, everywhere: The late
