“Sign that contract today,” I told him. “I’ll be an Outlaw until I die.” “They’re going to retire your number.” I could hear his pen moving across the paper. “I don’t know what you did down there, Moogs, but whatever it was, keep doing it. Goddamn.” “I showed up,” I said. You showed up, Morgan, when you didn’t have to. That’s the finest thing a man can do in this life: be there for someone.
