Chapter 5

When we get home, I grab my laptop and look up Wallace Henry. There he is—UCC’s top recruiter.

“He’s known for unearthing unknown talent,” Calvin reads.

“That’s us,” I say. “Unknown.”

“Not anymore,” Calvin says.

I nod at this and open my email. As usual, Coach has already emailed us a recording of today’s game. I click on the video, and Calvin and I watch the game as spectators instead of players.

Calvin opens his own laptop, and for the next few minutes we sit side by side as we download footage, cut and copy our best plays, and add them to our game tapes. As we work, I ask, “Do you think we would’ve gotten more attention from recruiters if we’d played for a team like the Sharks?”

We’ve sent game tapes to dozens of schools, but we’ve never heard a word.

“I don’t know if we would’ve gotten that much time on the field,” Calvin says. “The Sharks have a lot of really good players. Maybe we would’ve been stuck on the bench.”

“Maybe,” I say.

Calvin finishes cutting together his last couple of clips, and I add our stats at the end.

“I’m glad we played for the Warriors,” I say as I type a note of thanks to Mr. Henry. “It was a good time.”

“It was,” Calvin agrees, attaching a video file to his own email draft.

“Well,” I say, looking over at Calvin, “I hope Mr. Henry was serious about giving us a shot.”

We press send at the same time.