It’s another Saturday in late November. Last game of the year.
Since the starting quarterback got hurt, IU has lost five straight games. The hope is gone.
IU isn’t going to a bowl. It’s going to have a losing season, again.
All the Hoosiers have to play for is their hatred of Purdue.
Both teams have had miserable seasons. By the end of the day, they’ll finish with the two worst records in the Big Ten. Tickets are a tough sell.
“Can’t believe it,” the King says. “Old Oaken Bucket game, and there’s nobody buying.”
Jeffrey is having a rough day.
“Tickets?” he asks.
“How about two bucks?” says a man in a Purdue hat.
“Oh, sorry, sir,” Jeffrey says, not bothering to hide his sarcasm. “Didn’t see the black and gold.”
Purdue fans are notoriously cheap, Jeffrey says. He’s trying to sell tickets to a game between two of the worst teams in the country.
“I have seen better seasons,” Jeffrey says.
Like he’s said before, Jeffrey is trying to reinvent himself. The money is going online.
Can he change, though?
Jeffrey stands at his corner. He’s looking for a customer. He looks anxious. He’s frustrated. He’s not making a lot today.
He reaches into his pocket, breaking his vow.
He lights another Marlboro Red.
