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“All—what? I can’t talk to him in the middle of a game. It’s the playoff.”

“Mike, you have to take an interest some time. It’s your home, too. It’s
not my fault we’re in Providence.”

“But—”

“There are no ‘buts’ here. I’ve done all the leg work. I just want you to
make sure I haven’t missed anything.”

“It’s the middle of the game!”

“You can’t take a short phone call?” in that brittle voice Mike knew so
well.

“Okay,” he said defeated. “I can give him a minute.”
 Mike hung up and watched his team. This is going to go well, he
thought with a certain amount of satisfaction. They win. They go on after the
championship—the East Coast Division is easily the strongest. If they don’t
mess up, they had the cup. Who was Ross going to pick then? The losing
team?

At that moment, every one of the saurians stopped what they were
doing and stared over at the Legs’ side of the field.

Mike closed his eyes. He knew exactly what had happened.

****

John: Wow. Look at those muscles. Are you sure he’s within the
weight limit?

Al: Sebastian weighed in yesterday at three thousand, nine hundred
and eighty-seven pounds, well inside of the one-to-two-ton range.

John: He must have starved himself for a week before the weigh-in.
He’s got to be two and a half tons, at least.

Al: According to a press release I’ve just been handed, Sebastian
has been undergoing some radical gene therapy to increase his muscle
mass. That’ll make him even tougher to beat.

John: Or for Tom to hurt him again. Coach Paderewski has his work
cut out for him.

Al: The Legs have always like big players, preferring a straight
forward line of Charcaradontasauruses backed up by Gigantasaurs on
defense. Even so, historically the Braves have been thought the better
team.