"Yeah, all right. But you got it wrong. I'm talking about hanging out. You know how many times I been to a strip joint?" He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. "Never. I don't need that, Meg. I'm just talking about hanging out with the guys."
It isn't easy being a dinosaur. "But I got one more year of D," Geno says, chuckling almost devilishly. "It's a timeout. I'm just talking to D. I look over at the other coach, and she's talking to the whole team. And I know—duh—we're better because I'm talking to D. Every day I'm gonna go to practice and just enjoy her from the first minute to the last. Then I'm leaving."
But he won't. It's too much fun getting up every morning and strutting into the bathroom and looking into the mirror with those baby blues and seeing the face of women's basketball, shaving, a