MIKE
"Weller! Weller! WELLER!"
The locker room was absolute, deafening pandemonium. The bass from Chad’s portable speaker was vibrating right through the concrete floor, shaking the lockers as the guys poured ice-cold water and sports drinks over my head.
We had just obliterated State by twenty points in our home opener. I had dropped thirty-two points, nine rebounds, and five blocks. The adrenaline coursing through my veins was like pure electricity, hot and intoxicating.That's what I'm talking about!" Jake roared, slamming a hand against my shoulder pads as I laughed, wiping the cold water from my face. "Draft stock just went through the damn roof, boy! We're celebrating. No excuses tonight."
"I'm in," I grinned, tossing my wet jersey into the bin.
For the first time in weeks,
