“Alright, I lied.” Ransom let go of the deception. “I have no idea what the BLT is. I just heard old man Buck mention it.”
“You tricked me?”
“Yes and your father was angry. Angry because I have been asking around about it. I have to leave tomorrow.”
“You're crafty. I’ll give you that.”
“So is the BLT a special sandwich the kids eat before each game? Or does it have something to do with all the Beethoven this town seems possessed with?”
Kathy laughed at him. Ransom wasn’t surprised really. Nobody hides a sandwich or symphony for forty years.
“You couldn't be farther from the truth.”
“So help me. Tell me what I would find in that school if I found a way inside?”
“You won't find anything unless you know what you are looking for.”
“And what am I looking for?”
“You might be able to persuade me to tell you.” Kathy said coyly.
“How's that?”
“You're a smart guy. I'm sure you'll think of something.”
Ransom’s heart raced as Kathy pulled ahead of him. He wanted to tell himself it was because there was a window of opportunity opening up for his story, but he knew it was more. She did too.
A novel, presented in chapters.
A small town high school football team has gone largely unrecognized after forty years of consecutive wins and a young, ambitious reporter uncovers a stunning secret—behind the small town values and string of impressive athletic victories hides a bizarre pre-game ritual: each player must rub the bulging tumor of their school janitor for good luck. As the janitor's health begins to fade, the town unites around the local body politic to push for the world's first ever tumor transplant in a crazed attempt to save their winning streak. The transplant fails, creating even more fevered desperation to win at least one more game. The town’s proposed solution is both as sickening as it is outrageous: players will consume the tumor during a special called Eucharist served up by the town minister, thereby demonstrating just how far a group will go to stay on top in the ‘dog eat dog’ world of high school athletics.
This book is in no way meant to make light of the terrible disease of cancer, which took my grandfather and many others I have loved. It's a metaphor for a different kind of illness.
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