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Passion_s Her GameFive for just sitting on the bench. What were the odds of getting in the game? Who could tell? Lee had never been hurt. Five big ones for just sitting on the bench. Candy from a baby. Five biggies. "What if some Viking back gets away for a touchdown? You know. A long break-away run?" Schwartz guffawed. "You got to be kidding. Since when did any Viking back ever do better than second down and eight? I just don't want you hitting any of those bombs you can throw." "All right," I said. "Ten down and fifteen after the game." He shook his head. "You take fifteen now," he said. "You don't dare double-o anybody with fifteen big ones in your mitt." So he knew what I was thinking. If I had it my way, I'd only take the five and return it if – no, there was no returning anything, if you crossed up these guys. He must represent some very big bookies. Probably millions of bucks on the line. I didn't want to but I held out my hand. I didn't want to because I'd never played to lose. But what the hell was twenty years of football going to leave me? A busted knee and a fractured bankroll ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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