No sooner does Connelly leave than Logan taps me on the shoulder to point out the team’s GM strutting toward us with Phil. “Got it handled if you want to sneak off,” he offers like the ride-or-die he is. “Call it a night?” I ask my girlfriend. She gives a firm nod. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” Before they can corner us, we slip out the side door and make our escape.
