The President-Elect smirked. "And here I was looking forward to dunking on a Hall of Famer."
Cal settled his tall frame into the seat, Aubrey taking a seat with somewhat less fuss, and just glanced over as the concessions boy took their order, them changed his vocation to "fanboy."
He chuckled as the wide-eyed youth scampered off. "Well, you're in your element. You've already got your championships and honors here. I've still got to see if I'll have Rookie's luck, or go bust."
"Let's keep quiet when he comes back. If there's still someone out there who doesn't know my face, I'm happy to keep it that way."



























