chapter 14
Chase Stern sat naked on wood planks, his back against warm stone, his arms loose at his side, eyes closed. There was a knot in his right shoulder blade that needed to be worked out. He rolled his neck to the side and inhaled deeply, the steam thick and hot, his skin pinpricking with the heat.
Yankee Stadium. It felt unreal. His tour had been short, the rep from the owner’s office concise, nothing much to show.
Every club was the same: offices, facilities, locker rooms, and fields.
Here, everything was just better; the owner’s money was spent well, the locker room one that put the Dodgers’ to shame.
He coughed, clearing his throat, and waved at the air, suddenly claustrophobic in the sauna, the steam so thick he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, sweat pooling behind his knees. He stood and wiped at his eyes, reaching for the handle.