The radio station airs local high school sporting events and live radar reports during storms, interrupting music for hours-one of the 4,724 reasons I want to leave this town.

I quickly glance at my phone and note it is nearly two o’clock as we finish up our meal. In my mind, I know it is day two of the draft. It started at noon today, our time with round three. My nerves kick into high gear as I realize his call might come at any moment.

“Can I drive us back?” I ask ...