Chad’s email referenced a contract that I signed, and that the contract was fixed for five years. I was confused. Derick was suspicious. “Do you remember ever being part of any contract deals with the network?” “No,” I said. “Never. Pops always handled all communication with the network.” I was upset, confused, and immensely disturbed by the idea of there being some kind of actual contract out there that might obligate me to things beyond my control—a contract of which I had zero recollection of ever signing.
