“His already good team was improving with every practice. Just in case, he spent extra time with his backup center, drilling the handoffs and blocking assignments repeatedly.On to his next mission. Robbie drove through Tyler’s aging middle-class neighborhood. Well-manicured yards abutted lawns overrun with weeds. Many of the cookie-cutter ranch brick homes had playsets peeking out of backyards. To Robbie, it looked as unattainable as leaping into a Rockwell painting.A regular at The Tavern for h...appy hour, Tyler’s father worked at a local manufacturing plant. Black greased fingernails and a gray uniform denoted his blue-collar status. He drank beer, played darts, and enjoyed a dirty joke. A gay son was an odd-shaped puzzle piece that would have a difficult time fitting into his life.He pulled in behind Tyler’s truck and killed the engine. What the hell was he supposed to say? Should he encourage Tyler to come out of the closet or bury himself inside it until he left Falcon for college?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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