PART TWO
MY AGENT, LARRY Modiess, looks up from the papers in his hand and quirks his lips. "It's a done deal, Jordansign, sealed, and delivered. You're officially a New Mexico Pronghorn, the team with the lousiest record in the pro league." His hand slams against my back. He looks like he wants to hug me, so I step back and try to act manly. He's four inches shorter than I am, balding, and outweighs me by a hundred pounds. Think big teddy bear with a backbone of steel when it comes to negotiating sports contracts.
Larry's words culminate the longest journey of my lifecountless meetings and more sleepless nights than I care to count. The journey isn't over. There will be more rounds of meetings, situating myself with the team, and dealing with the media. I also need to inform my father t
