by Circe DuBois Caleb Siegert had one foot in the hotel shower when his phone rang. So few people called him, especially at eight in the morning, that he grabbed it; one look at the name, and he turned the shower off. “Hello?” “Siegs, it’s Coach Allaway. Get your stuff packed, you’re going to Minnesota.” […]
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