The bus erupted in a chorus of catcalls and whistles as Coco Jackson worked his way up the aisle of the charter bus, bobbing his head to the beat of the hip-hop song Tom could hear blasting from his earbuds. Their midsummer southern road swing started today. “Buckle up, Kentucky. We are going to kick your ass!” “Or at least the asses of five of your minor-league teams.” The words earned Tom a high five from Coco, who eased his long, lanky frame down into the empty seat beside him and stowed his duffel below. “Bet you aren’t used to having to bust your ass on a crappy charter bus, huh? What, they fly everywhere in the Show, don’t they?” “Yeah. Unless the Chicago Cubs are playing the Chicago White Sox,” he said dryly. The crack flew over Coco’s head, though. He simply nodded and chewed his gum thoughtfully. Tom looked out in the parking lot where the clubby, or clubhouse manager, stood with his clipboard, making sure they had all of the gear they’d need stowed under the bus.
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