“Went a little off script there, Lancaster,” I muttered to him as we headed down the tunnel toward our locker room where we would no doubt get reamed by Coach until the game started. “I’m an entertainer, James,” Ari said sarcastically. “I have to do what the music compels me to do.” “The music compelled you to mount me?” He grinned at me smugly. “Sir Mix-a-Lot demands someone be mounted.”
