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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 908037" data-attributes="member: 10680">Catacombs, Pepsi CenterDenver, ColoradoOctober 2002The man took the notebook and pen back from Leo, following it up with another bob of his head."Ah, thank you. Good luck with the game. I hear that the, er... Mavericks-? are quite a good team." He bows as Leo walks on. The young star-to-be forgets about the man, trying to focus on the game ahead and getting in the right frame on mind. That is, until he hears the accented voice again, behind him."I  hope you slept well last night, Mister Sykes. You will need it with the things that are ahead of you."Leo turns back, but he doesn't see the man anymore, just a mass of other people. One of his team mates slaps him on his back, and urges him forward, into the arena. Leo feels the control of his legs coming back to him, the ball feels solid in his hands. It's just his head that won't seem to cooperate. For all of the breathing exercised he knows, he can't get his head clear of all that's happened. The sleeping, the strange man, his comments...Leo is taken into the arena by the flow of people behind him. It is packed with fans, cheering and applause fill Leo's ears while the team walks over to the bench. Leo takes a look at the mass of people, trying to spot Gus. He thinks he can see him on the front row near the bench, but his eyes can't seem to make anything out, his vision blurring all of the whites and reds together.He hears the coach behind him, and feels a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, are you doing ok?"OoC: Leo</blockquote>

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