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Genre: Adult Fantasy
Word Count: 248
A loser? Jim was no loser, even though his brother was treating him like one. As soon as the media picked up the story, the rest of the sports world would assume Eddie had inside information, and Jim would end up on the has-been pile. He had to fix things.
Turning his back on the afternoon crowd milling about their parents' beach-side condo, he lowered his voice. "I don't get it, Eddie. I confirmed with the steering committee months ago."
"Back then you seemed like the perfect fit for a celebrity golf tournament." His older brother popped a stuffed mushroom into his mouth.
"And now I don't?"
"What can I say."
"I'll find another team."
"How many players get picked up midseason?" Eddie bit into a cracker slathered with cheese.
"Iverson did and Terry."
"But most aren't."
Jim set his plate of uneaten hors d'oeuvres on a nearby table. "If I'm scheduled to play in your tournament, people will know my knee is okay and—"
"But it's not."
"It will be."
Eddie swiped a napkin over his mouth. "I hope so, little brother, I really do. But the committee can't wait. They want a star they can promote now. You know, somebody who's actually playing."
Jim swallowed a trash-talk comeback about Eddie's failure to make the pros. "You could use your influence to convince them—"
His brother held up a hand. "Only high profile celebs bring in the kind of donations we need."
Jim crumpled his empty paper cup.