One of the worst seasons on record. Tracy was just thrilled to be the coach to officially take the team into the basement. No play-offs for the East County Pirates. Maybe next year. Friends had convinced him to tag along with them over to New Orleans for Halloween weekend. And he was just depressed enough to go with them. Too bad there was no big game in town Sunday, he would have paid scalper rates to get in. But New Orleans was sucking just as badly if not worse than his team had. Most of the team from the previous year had been traded off at the end of the season. Just Brody and a handful of other players were holding it together. But if you watched close enough, you could tell Brody wasn’t bringing his A game.He could tell because he’d watched Brody play every damn chance he got. He studied him. And lately, he’d been favoring his shoulder. It wasn’t obvious. But Tracy could tell. He was getting the job done as best he could, but there was little support on the field. He was getting sacked more and more with each game.
