Saturday of the wildcard playoff game arrived. There was the usual round of pre-game interviews by the pretty—but basically ignorant—woman sportscaster who asked Adam innocuous questions fed to her by the writers, the answers to which she neither understood nor really cared about. Adam was able to focus, and by kick-off time he had little trouble keeping Brendan out of his thoughts. He played well and the Mustangs won 21 to 13.
It was the post game interview that brought the linebacker back into sharp relief.
“Congratulations on a fine game, Adam,” said the same female reporter, this time over the roar of the crowd celebrating the Mustang victory.
“Thanks, Andrea,” Adam replied politely, covering his ear with his hand and leaning toward her to hear her better.
“That means next week
