Occupying a few different tables due to their large numbers Coach Swendel, Jason, and the rest of the guys on the team sat inside the Brick Oven, a mom-and-pop pizza place less than twenty minutes away from the hotel.
Coach Swendel had ordered a large number of pizzas in order to satisfy the large appetites of the still-growing boys in his team.
As they were waiting for their order Jason felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out he saw a notification saying that he had just gotten a text from Marcus.
'Yo, Young Buckets. Doing Riverside proud with the show you put on the last two games. I heard your next game is gonna be in Chicago so I went ahead and checked in with a few of my people that I know there.
They cool with us and by extension they cool with you. But Chicago is still a pretty rough place depending on what parts you steppin in. So just make sure you keep your eyes sharp.'
