Kansas City, the Sixteenth

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A Cream Legbar rooster in a grass-stained sky-blue and white striped football jersey seated alone on a wooden bench in an empty locker room, a white towel draped over one shoulder, three worn footballs on the tiled floor at his feet, cool fluorescent light overhead with warm golden light from an open corridor door

He had always assumed the number belonged to someone else, which made reaching it feel less like an achievement and more like a coincidence he had been rehearsing for twenty years. Three in one evening. The arithmetic, at least, was simple.

17 June 2026

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