“Darryl. Are you ready for the game?” He reaches out and tugs at my press pass. “Oh, shit, look at you.” I lean back slightly. “You have to stop doing this.” “Doing what?” he says. “Trying to get back my girlfriend?” “Yes.” I cross my arms over my chest. I’m wearing James’s jersey, and I know it’s not productive right now, but I hope it annoys him. “You gave that up when you cheated on me.” “And I told you, that was a mistake. Worst mistake I ever made.” “Good. Tell that to whomever you date next.”
