Coach curses. “Callahan—” “It’s handled.” “That so?” “Yes.” He gives me a look that feels like an X-ray. “When we agreed to bring you here, we spoke about distractions. You remember that?” “Of course.” He leans in, knocking his fist against my chest twice. “Son, you’re going to be a star in the league. And I want to help you get there. But remember—save the off-field distractions for after you’ve signed your first big contract. Once your future is set, you can start to think about who will be in it.” “Yes, sir,” I say with a nod.
