byrath
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It's late winter, 2034. Rather, it's when winter once would have glowered a final storm our way; today the winds pile the scorched dust against the Scottrade Center year-round. The Blues are five points back of the Kansas City Kings. It's just the two of them, now; the bombs didn't fall so hard on Missouri.
"Can't get a save," croaks Doug Armstrong. Silence. Fewer, leaner faces look back at him than before. Silence. The latest water rations have occupied their minds, maybe; maybe they've simply run out of ideas.
Five seconds pass, then ten. 6-5 last night, despite a 44-27 shot advantage.
20 seconds. An old scout at the back of the room clears his throat. "Hear Ryan Miller's been workin' out."
A coyote bays.
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