Tokyo, Summer Olympics

"Ty, baby, everyone here is flipping the fuck out,” Matty yells into my cell. I’m about to hang up on him, but Juniper’s race start is delayed for wind so I figure I’ll let him blow off some steam. The Fury made it to the Stanley Cup playoffs again, and I’m missing a whole slew of television appearances and parades and shit, to be here with Juniper.

Matty is talking up a blue streak and eventually I cut him off. “Look, if you ...