"PG? It's me...
gotwood4sale."
"So how's Montreal this time of year?"
"Really! I didn't think they allowed that sort of thing north of the border. Plenty of frisky scamps, eh?"
"Why am I calling? I found your briefcase in the hallway near the
Blue Strawberry Coffee Company shop at the
Eastern Iowa Airport."
"That's right...you must have dropped it in your rush to catch your flight."
"No...it doesn't appear as though anything is missing."
"How can I tell? Every sheet looks pretty much alike...they're all player evaluation forms...with rankings."
"Can I drop them off at your office for you? Sure
PG..no problem. On Rockford across from
Kernel Stadium...right?"
"I'll stack them up neatly for you...and uhh
PG? Don't pay any attention to those couple of ranking numbers that were smudged...I spilled a little coffee on a corner or two. It's really a coincidence though...one of those that were smudged belongs to my son! I'm so proud of him...No. 106...can't wait 'til he breaks 100! He just might by the time I get to your office!"
"You didn't think I drank coffee? Umm...I just started...yeah, just today...hot stuff..it's uhh...great! I've heard it'll keep me awake...wouldn't want to miss a minute of Cedar Rapids ya' know."