Page 17 of Sportsball is for Lovers

“Yeah, well, spin it in a better light.”

“Like… how?” I’m genuinely confused. “Do you want me to use more statistics or lean more on the play analysis? Focus on the team dynamic?”

Denver’s hockey team isn’t last in the league—they’re third from the bottom, thank you very much.

“I don’t know,” Gen says, throwing her hands up in the air. “Just do better!”

“How do I know what to change? I don’t know what the station wants.”

“I told you. Stop being critical.”

“But the team isn’t winning,” I remind her.

“No shit.”

“So how do I talk about the team without mentioning the fact that they’ve lost seven of their last nine games?”

I don’t know what she wants from me. I don’t think she knows, either.

“Well, if you don’t turn it around, Todd will be in your chair this time next week.”

“Who’s Todd?”

Gen glares at me. “The intern.”

Oh.

Oh, shit.