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Jayson Katz It was our first game. The LA Rivers will meet the Texas Rangers—a classic powerhouse game that sold out our arena. There was no more space for another soul there. I hooked Allie up with a place on the wives' box; she would be here any minute. We warmed up and then headed towards the lockers. We knew the Rangers shooting guard was just as good as I was, so our defense must be spotless. "Katz..." our coach called my name. I need you to be sharp and focused. We have to start this season on top," he said, and I nodded. "Monty, nothing passes you when you are defending, and no ball goes out of that net. Do you understand?" he said, and Monty replied with a solemn "Yes, coach," "Harrison, start the plays, go for the easy score... don't put yourself in the position of a foul