An Excerpt from “The Empty Net” by Jim Hatch

Following practice one Tuesday afternoon, he was called into the coach’s office unexpectedly. A summons into the quarters at the end of the locker room can only mean two things and there certainly was not a chance of being cut, not after all he had done for the program. This was it. He could feel it coming as he stepped into the office and sat down across from the coach and beside a man in a gray suit topped with a scaly cap, presenting a piece of paper that if signed, would make him official property of a low level professional team that had a bountiful history of players later drafted up to the big time. Continue reading »