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Lacking the proper time to jump into a casino, I had thought about dropping a hundred dollars on a lottery ticket.
Alas. It is illegal to buy lottery tickets in Nevada.
The gaming industry doesn't want the competition.
So, once again, my life as a gambler would have to wait for another day.
It was our day off but we were headed for Modesto so we would take the bus tonight and get plenty of rest before the weekend series started. We all arrived at the ballpark and we were told to have a seat. Coach Stephen wanted to have a word with us first.
Coach Stephen came out holding up a newspaper clipping. It was a picture of a black basketball player.
"Gentlemen, this here is Len Bias. 22 years old. The second player taken in the NBA Draft. By the Boston Celtics."
He paused and we kinda shrugged and wondered where he was going with this.
"Len Bias died this morning."
Damn, that's too bad.
"Of a drug overdose!"
Woah.....
"22 years old, gentlemen. Look around you. Art. He's your age." Art Calvert led the team in batting average. He was 22. "Many of you will be turning 22 this season."
There were some shook faces on the team. I never did them myself but I knew there were people in baseball who did use drugs. Some on this team, though I won't name them.
"If any of you need to talk to any of us to get help for anything, the door to my office is right there. Len Bias had it all. The world at his feet. Now he's gone and will be remembered as nothing more than a warning. Don't let this happen to you."
It was the quietest the team had ever been boarding a bus.
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