Anvils
Cyrus Thunderpaw is unavailable. That is the season. It is the second meniscus of his career.
20,875 yards over twelve seasons. 323 touchdowns. 195 games. There was a 2,178-yard year in there. This is not it. For two clubs.
He is thirty-three, out of Phoenix, Arizona. He is unfailingly polite and completely unknowable. Nobody planned any of it. He was drafted on a medical gamble that three clubs would not take. Before any of it he spent two summers on a crab boat.
Anvils, 8-7, and sixteen weeks gone. Hoot Jessup is in year four of it. There is one year left on the deal.
Thunderpaw reads on the team plane, actual books, which his teammates find hilarious.