Stan approaches my area in the locker room minutes before we take the field. “We still on for our post-game celebration?” he keeps his voice low not wanting teammates to invite themselves to join us.

I nod while my eyes scan our surroundings. No one seems to care about our conversation. “The Mrs. Okay with you not coming straight home from the game?” The last thing I want is for her to kick him out again. I rather like having my condo to myself.

“She knows how we ...