“Some guy waiting outside the locker room for you. Claims he’s a good friend. Name Trevor Shay mean anything to you?”
Drew grinned. “Yeah, it does. He’s one of my college roommates, Leon. Tell him I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.”
Drew finished putting all his gear away, then headed out the door. Trevor was leaning against the wall, talking to some of the other guys, who Drew was sure recognized Trevor.
Hell, everyone recognized Trevor Shay, since he was one of the few guys in sports who straddled the line between football and baseball. Or at least one of the few guys who’d tried it and was successful at it.
Trevor spotted him, pushed off the wall and came over to Drew. They shook hands. “Managed to pull that one out, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know you were here. I could have gotten you a suite.”
“Dude. I wanted front row on the boards, where all the action was. Good game.”
“Thanks. What are you doing in town?” Drew asked as they headed toward the exit.
“I’m here for meetings with some PR people for advertising shit. Saw you had a game so I got my press people to get me a ticket. Are you busy?”
“No. But I’m hungry. Have you eaten yet?”
“No. Let’s go get a big fucking steak.”
Drew grinned. “Man, I’m glad you’re here.”
They took a taxi to the restaurant, ordered beers and their steaks, and settled in for what Drew knew was going to be a long rest of the night. Once he and Trevor got to talking, they’d never stop.
“So tell me what’s been going on? It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you.”
“Football ended, baseball’s gearing up. The usual shit.” Trevor took a long pull of his beer.
“I don’t know how you do it. Don’t you want time off?”
“Why? What else have I got to do with my time?”
“I don’t know. Take a vacation? Relax. Maybe grab a woman and get married and pop out a couple of kids?”
Trevor laughed. “Oh, right. Like I see you all domesticated with a wife, a couple rugrats, and a dog.”
“Okay, maybe not, but at least if that’s what I wanted, I’d have the time to do it. Football and baseball seasons overlap. Hell, how do you even find the time to get laid?”
Trevor leveled a smug smile at him. “Oh, there’s plenty of time for that.”
With Trevor’s popularity, Drew didn’t doubt women lined up just to climb into his bed. He shook his head. “Still, why not just pick one sport and stick to it?”
“If I only had a dollar for every time I’ve been asked that question.”
Drew smiled. “Sorry, man. You’re right. Not my business. I guess I’m just curious. And maybe a little jealous.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re a friend, so it’s different. I don’t really have an answer for you, though, other than the reason I play both is because I love them both. It’s pretty simple.”
“Still, focusing on one would make you better at it, don’t you think?”
“No. I think I’m pretty damn good at both of them.”
Drew laughed. “Still as humble and modest as ever, aren’t you?”