“Hey, kiddo.” I waved to Wyatt from the bottom of the bleachers as he ran over. He’d just kicked a forty-yard field goal to end the second quarter and was all smiles as he thumbed back toward the uprights.
“Did you see that? Where’s my contract? The Bruins gotta get them some of this.”
I laughed. “I think you should try finishing high school and college first.”
He waved me off. “Man…school’s for dummies.”
“I went to four years of college, did my master’s, and three quarters of a PhD. What does that make me?”
Wyatt grinned. “Wasteful. You own a football team. You didn’t need to do all that.”
He was teasing, so I spared him the lecture about the value of a good education. “Is your mom here? I didn’t see her in the stands.”
“She’s gotta work late again. She said she’d try to make the e
