The days leading up to the exhibition game in New York were tough ones to endure. Their tour in Europe hadn't worked out like they had hoped- nobody would be forgetting those Herbies anytime soon- and the tension between Coach Brooks and the team was worse than ever, added to the fact that they were playing the Soviet team, any other group of boys would have laid down without a fight, but not these boys.
If you asked OC though, that stuff wasn't even the worse he had to deal- he was a horrible liar and Rizzo knew something was up; he had been wearing down the boy for weeks and if OC was still holding out on the truth it must be something big.
"Okay, for the love of the Lord, can you please tell me if Herb is planning to cut me or something? Is he just waiting until we get closer to Boston so he wont have to pair for a plane ticket, or is he picking up a boy from Maine or what?! I need to know," said Rizzo.
"Riz, jeez, you're on the team. Now leave OC alone, before he pops a blood vessel- he's secrets a good one, you're gonna like it."
"A good one, I'm gonna like it. What the hells that supposed to mean!?" Rizzo was a bit on edge and Bah called for him to join the Coneheads at the back of the bus to cool of for a little while.
"You're really messing with his head, OC. You should pull this shit more often," said Silk, sitting with the boy he had just rescued. Silk knew OC even better than Rizzo did, and knew when his teammate was going to blow a secret. He had been just in time to save the surprise.
"I can't, Silky, look at me, I'm sweating all over. Plus, if my mind games throw off Rizzo's game, Brooks'll have my neck."
"That's true. But look at it this way, she'll be there to meet us at hotel, he'll find out before the game, hopefully with enough time to process so that he wont mess up. You'll be fine!"