is teammates all the
credit.'
'Yeah, a real gentleman,' Ricky replied with more than a hint of sarcasm.
'All that "it's a team effort" bullshit just made the press love him even more.
Guys on the team thought he was a promo-hog, you know? His own best
PR firm. They blamed him for being too popular.'
'Did you?'
'I don't know. Maybe. Truth was, I just didn't really like him. We had
nothing in common except football. He's a pure Midwest white-boy. I'm a
city-slicking black man. It ain't a winning combination.'
'That's all it was?'
He gave a half-shrug. 'I guess so. But man
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don't know why I brought it up. It don't matter no more. Christian just
didn't fit in, okay. He was a nice guy, I guess. He was always polite. But that
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Myron knew. Juvenile, ######ist
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of locker-room popularity.
I gotta go, man. Win will be wondering where I am.'
'Okay. I'll see you around.'
Ricky had almost turned away when Myron thought of something else.
'What can you tell me about Kathy Culver?'
Ricky's face blanched. 'What about her?'
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