After parking his car in the players' lot, he walked into the stadium and once again marveled at the modern architecture of the 500-million dollar facility, the same way he had done at every home game since the team had moved in the fall. At first, he was skeptical. But their new home had been good to them. For the first time in 50 years, the Lions were only one game away from the Super Bowl. Turning left, he went down the stairs, speaking to one of the grounds crew as he passed. He hadn't seen Damon come into the stadium yet, but told him that several members of the team were already in the locker room.
The exercise room was eerily quiet. He had expected to see Damon doing some easy strength training. Or maybe even lying on the massage table pondering the weight of the world. Soon this area would be filled with voices full of courage, hope and laughter, not to mention raunchy name-calling and horseplay. Some of the guys would be getting rubdowns, taped up for the game or taking 20-minute snoozes.
It was apparent Damon wasn't around. He needed to find his friend soon, so he could enter this afternoon's game with a positive outlook. Flipping a football in the air, Jeff mulled over his next move. He'd take a quick snooze. They'd talk as soon as his buddy arrived. To relax himself, he needed pleasant thoughts. As he lay on a massage table with a light blanket over him. he thought of the first time he saw Maria.
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