Epilogue––––––––
Three days before the playoff game with the St. Louis Sidewinders
The team was warming up in the workout room before practice when they heard a commotion. Cursing, hollering, and the banging of metal, the breaking of glass, stopped all activity.
“Who’s in the locker room?” Griff Montgomery asked.
“Trunk,” Bull Brodsky responded. “s**t!”
Griff and Bull rushed into the room. There was Al “Trunk” Mahoney, trashing the locker room. He’d already busted his own locker, and now he was starting on an empty one. He’d thrown a chair through the window and broken a mirror with his fist, which was bleeding.
“Holy s**t, Trunk!” Griff said.
“What the hell?” Bull exclaimed.
“It’s Mary!” Trunk yelled, closing his injured fist, making ready to take another swing.
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