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"Hey Z, It's Jerry, your agent."
"Yeah, Jerry, I know who you are. What's up? Any news? I'm on pins and needles over here."
"Alright, I've got a riddle for you. What do these players all have in common: Sandy Koufax, Don Sutton, Don Drysdale, Dazzy Vance ... Andrew Zarzour... ?"
Andrew just paused, trying to put the puzzle together. He thought he knew the answer as he mulled over the names and compared it with the baseball history database in his brain, but he was too nervous to jump to a conclusion out loud.
"The Dodgers, Drew! The Dodgers! They want you, man. They want you bad. They're getting ready to start the 'sandwich picks' before the true second round starts. Los Angeles plans to use their sandwich pick to take you, dude. There is one team ahead of them but they're eyeing someone else. It's happening. You're a first-round pick! Congratulations!"
Drew let out a yelp of excitement, then threw the phone into the air in celebration (bouncing it off a ceiling fan and promptly ending the phone call with his agent). As he regained his composure and went to the floor, awkwardly of course for a 7-footer, to retrieve the phone, he was almost hyperventilating. He tried to speak but couldn't do much more than grunt: "Dah... The Dah... I am going... Sandw... Pick... Dodg..."
Just then Brandon Weaver came streaking into the room. "Drew! The Dodgers picked you in the sandwich round. Come quick and check it out on the computer! Hey, it's not the Red Sox but I can cheer for LA." Then in a sing-song voice, Weaver boomed out: "I love LA!"
It took several minutes before Andrew could catch his breath. His friends and family piled on him like he had just won the World Series. Cheers went up all over the farm. Photographers snapped pictures of the celebratory scene.
"I'm going to play for the Dodgers," Zarzour finally got out of his mouth. "The LA freakin' Dodgers."
"Son, watch your language in this house," his mom said, sternly. "You know better than to talk like that."
Then she let out a big smile and hugged her towering son. He stooped down to let her rest her head on his shoulder...
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