"Dad told you to do whatever you wanted before training camp started, not to go around causing trouble. And you sure can move fast, kid. Just the day before, you were sweating it out in Atlanta, and the next day, you ended up in the glitz and glamour of Los Angeles."
As he spoke, Pierce actually started to cry.
"Cut it out, Roger. Why is this damn fate so unfair to me?"
"Huh?"
"I obviously have a father, but he never stood up for me, not once while I was growing up.
I trained so hard all summer, just to redeem myself, and then this damn thing happens, and all my efforts go down the drain.
Why do I always have to go through stuff like this!?"
Pierce was feeling very down. The thought of that phone call that would never come, the toils of the past summer that went to waste, it all made him feel like he was breaking down.
