Easton
"You can go home." I say, waiting in the locker room for Humphries. I'm sure he wants to ream me out for my tardiness again. He was pissed we let the game get tied up. All knowledge that the opposing team, the Ice Devils, was ranked right below us in the current standings left his brain with his anger. We'd talked nonstop about how they'd match up to us well. Wish he'd hurry, I'm ready to leave.
Becker shakes his head angrily as we hear Coach stomping into the room. Kendall is lingering too. They've delayed packing their stuff as long as they can.
"Young! You are now starting for the next three games. Porter's been suspended. Could be longer." The veins in Humphries' forehead bulge, ready to explode.
"Coach?" Kendall stares at him with concern.
He's pacing and muttering with an
