“I have a question,” Colson says. With a raised eyebrow, he looks toward the Arizona table. “For you, Klein.” My former teammate narrows his eyes. His coach tries to intercede, but Colson speaks before he can. “What’d you say to Ryder in the locker room to get your jaw broken? Because I’ve played with this guy all season, and he’s got the patience of a saint and the composure of a brick wall.”
