Chapter Seven––––––––
There it was—twenty to seventeen, Sidewinders win. Shame, anger, and sadness filled him at the same time. He wobbled, suddenly aware of his lack of energy. I fuckin’ lost the game. He closed his eyes. A dull ache emanating from his shoulder joined the ankle pain now fading after the drugs. The narcotics kicked in, making his mind a jumble as he tried to figure how much of their loss he was responsible for.
He hobbled back to the locker room with his teammates. Everyone was silent as they peeled off sweaty uniforms and toed off muddy cleats. The only sound was the hiss of shower spray before it hit exhausted, aching bodies. Devon supported himself with a crutch for a quick lather and rinse. The trainer helped him dress and get his boot back on.
The shame at his poor
