"OK."
"Keep going!"
zing...
pass is caught, Brodrick jogs back, subtly dodging imaginary defenders on his way back
"Good one, Carson"
"Thank you."
"Well, I'll see you Saturday, OK?"
"OK...Hey Brodrick, what time are we supposed to be there?"
"I'm not sure. I'll give you a call."
"Oh, OK...Do you have my telephone number?"
"Uhh, I guess not. Will you write it down for me?"
"Sure."
writes
"Here you go."
"Thanks again...What's th..."
"Oh, that's a 5...375..."
"Ok, man. See ya!"
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Oh, one more thing"
"Yes, Carson."
"I hope we win."
"Yeah, me too Carson. I'd really enjoy winning."
both walk in separate ways as sun sets over Manhattan, scattered clouds crisply illuminated in the late summer sky, it's 7:49pm