What a decision. After four years at RMS, Norm's future was the question on the table. With football programs around the country pining for him, he carried a lot of pressure on his shoulders. Several Gordonopia Football Association squads were interested in signing him, despite the fact that he had never played on their academy teams. At the same time, he was faced with the opportunity of becoming the first in his family to go to college. Both his skills, and his strong academic performance, would allow him to go to virtually any school in the country. After meeting with dozens of recruiters, though, he was still totally undecided. One more recruiter to meet with in his cramped apartment living room, and he would have to make the final call.
After so many meetings in the same place, Bates was feeling little nervousness. The fact that he was doing it in his home certainly helped; if the recruiters truly wanted him, they could venture into the impoverished Tolten slums themselves. After some waiting, Bates finally heard the last knock. Slowly, he got up from the aging couch, and opened the door. A greying, somewhat diminutive man was there. Although his stature was not nearly impressive as many of the recruiters Bates had spoken with, there was something in his eyes that left a good first impression on Norm; some kind of experience, confidence.
"I suppose you're Norm?" the man asked.
"That's right Mr..."
"Heinrich. You can call my Bill, though. I'm here to see if you'd be interested in signing with West Tolten."
So maybe the best would be last. West Tolten. Hometown heroes. It'd been awhile since they're glory days, back when Norm had been a baby, but they were still one of the few good things in Tolten. Tickets were just affordable enough for the poor to afford, if they saved a little, and the fact that many on their recent roster came from situations like Norm had helped further endear the top-level squad to the people of the slums.
"Well, Mr... sorry, Bill, would you like to come in? Have a seat?"
"I would love to," the man replied with a subtle smile.
As Bill slowly strolled into the house, finding a seat on the couch, Norm suddenly realized why the man looked so familiar: this wasn't some typical recruiter... West Tolten's head coach was sitting in his living room.
For several minutes, Bill strongly expressed his interest in Norm, and what he had accomplished over the past few years. Although not the only convincing presentation, it was certainly enough to make Norm consider the team. After a short time, though, it seemed as if it was done. That was when Bill brought up something Norm had never expected to hear from a recruiter.
"I need to get home to my wife, but I do have one quick question, Norm. You wouldn't be related to a man by the name of James Bates, by any chance?"
The question momentarily silenced Norm. How did this man...? Finally, he decided to answer, obviously a bit rattled, "Yeah. He was my father."
Seeing the shock his question had caused, Bill was slightly confused. "I recognized some similarities in your play style. I visited Riverwork Worker's Stadium one night, oh, ten years ago just because I'd heard from some old friends how good James was. I grew up over in Mont Creek, a few blocks over, by the way. Well, your father impressed me so much that I had to offer him a callback. I got his contact info, and tried to reach him about making a deal with the team, but I could never get in touch."
"My father was murdered ten years ago..." was all James could say initially.
"Oh. I'm... very sorry."
"No... it's, okay. Really, this almost makes it better. It was always his dream to get noticed by a pro team... I never knew..."
"Yes, he told me that. Well, I suppose I should be going. Remember, if you're interested in West, you just have to let me know."
Norm nodded as Bill stood, and was silent until Bill was just about to close the door behind him. Just before that could happen, though, Norm added a final few words: "Yes, I think I'll do that."



















