Only people seated on the first row of the press box could see the basketball court, which meant that only three or four people had more than an idea of what was happening.
Rock was there with old friends Chris and Erin, but the lack of a good view meant little to him. He wasn't there to write a game story, only a sidebar for which he already had all the information needed. The Vratils didn't care, either. In fact, they knew several of the sportswriters, young men they had befriended ten years earlier when they lived in Springdale, Arkansas. It was clear to Rock that his friends were having tremendous, loud fun as they reminisced about good times they had in Springdale.
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