Rozanov slid into Wyatt’s chair. “You have not announced your retirement,” he said, cutting to the chase. “Your powers of observation never cease to amaze me.” “Why not?” “I wanted to wait until after this weekend.” “You don’t want a big deal?” “No, I don’t.” Rozanov grinned. “This is why we are different. I want a farewell season. A parade. Everyone crying at every game.” “I’m sure you’ll get it.”
