"I'm getting a haircut tomorrow," Tanner said. "Guess what I'm getting."
"A Mohawk?" Johnson replied.
"Yep. Mom said it's O.K."
Later, upon leaving the clubhouse, Johnson said, "Lisa's been great. And the kids don't even know or ask about [a trade]. They just ask if we're worse than the Expos."
He pushed a door open and stepped into the outside world, the chill replaced by the brutal Arizona heat, which seemed to have an anger about it, even at 10 o'clock at night. "Honestly, I have no idea what's going to happen," he said.
Tomorrow. At least he had the promise of tomorrow.
"Tomorrow," he said, "I have a dentist's appointment at 8:30 in the morning."
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