Ox and Jack walked down the same cement sidewalk that led back towards Jack's apartment. Ox still had a spring in his step, but Jack felt like going home and passing out. When the boys got back to the apartment, Jack fell down on one of the beds and Ox had a seat at the small table.
"I forgot dat Mr. Crazy is da crazy coach...but I's kinda like it."
"How did you manage to get yourself enrolled in school?"
"Easy...my mom's is havin' a good day and she come register me. I's even went to class...and when you no meet me I says...well les go see Mr. Crazy."
"Your too much Ox. So did we all make the team or is just gonna run everyone til we all pass out?"
"I's tellin' you he Mr. Crazy...but yah...we's all on da team...dem fools who not pass the up down drill ain't got no shot to play for Mr. Crazy."
"Well what do I do about Greg's team?"
"Watcha mean?"
"I think Greg's team is supposed to have try outs tomorrow and I'm supposed to practice for Davis tomorrow."
"Dem white boys play at night afta dem rich parents get off work...you be fine."
"If I run tomorrow like I ran today...I won't have the energy to try out for Greg's team."
"Well if you wanna play for Mr. Crazy dat be good."
Ox let a laugh and Jack laughed too. It suddenly became surreal that both boys would be playing ball together for the next several months.