He hadn't yet admitted it, but Rock suspected that most of his cohorts in the newspaper's sports department knew he had a crush on an intern named Amanda Lewis. He had first seen her in the pressbox at a college football game, where she worked as a part-time student aid for the school's sports information department as an eighteen-year-old freshman.
From the start, Rock thought Amanda was lovely. She was tall and lean with shoulder-length brunette hair and the face of a fair child, unadorned by makeup.
Amanda had just turned twenty-one and traveled with Rock and Todd Troutt to cover a college basketball tournament out of state. Rock and Todd each had rooms in their hotel, and much to Rock's disappointment, Amanda chose to room with Todd.
Later that first night, Rock decided to drive somewhere for dinner. He walked into the parking lot to find his twenty-year-old Toyota Camry balanced vertically on its grill, pointed into the asphalt. He immediately wondered how to get it down and how anyone could have put it in such a bizarre position.
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