“Listen this is real fun — there’s nothing like a little healthy competition” Mo Glatter said laying a meaty hand on Chaim’s shoulder. “I’m glad you guys put together a legit team even if you cheated by using old-timers ” he said laughing loudly showing all his teeth. “But our boys will win anyhow. Anyhow listen that ” he said pointing to the corner of the gym “is unacceptable. It’s unsportsmanlike and we won’t have that here at Rekod. It’s not how we roll.”
Chaim turned to see a group of Neos Deshe kids shining small lasers at Rekod players. The tiny red beams were barely visible in the brightly lit gym and the players didn’t appear to notice but Chaim shook his head just the same. “Oy that’s upsetting I’ll go deal with it. Sorry.”
“I think we can win without the extra help” he tossed over his shoulder as he walked to the group of boys.
Chananya Singer was standing on the sidelines sweating and breathing heavily. “Reb Chaim! It’s 37-34 theirs. We’ve never been this close in any game ever. This is incredible. Imagine we win? Lerner is incredible. Ben-Shimon is hurt I think but he’s giving it his all. This is crazy.”
