(S29) PT 2 - Double Trouble?

[LancedJack]

"Dear Rusty" the letter starts. A bit informal, I won't lie, I'd have expected a "Dear Sir" or "Breakout Player of the Year 2045" but I suppose my own name will do. "Would you please do me the honour of attending my 9th birthday?" NINTH!? Who was this child? They write like the IRS but they've signed the letter in dinosaur stickers. The letter continued on a list of accolades, listing why Rucker was their favourite player, some of their stats and even an attached photo of the kid in a Rusty Rucker Norfolk Seawolves jersey. Classic. They're clearly been a fan for quite some time. It filled me with nostalgia to read it over, Them reminiscing over their favourite games they'd watched. They were there when in the final game of the S27 seaon when I landed my 18th sack. Something to remember for sure. But wait! What was this? "I remember, Mr Rucker, even though you only played one season with Norfolk, you managed to get an amazing 94 tackles!" NINETY FOUR! I ran, frantically, to my leather bound ledger detailing all my stats written by Sicilian Monks I had commisioned. I quickly flicked through it. Season 22, Norfolk, Tackle column. I had finished that season with 95 tackles, not 94.

"Unfortunately I will be unable to attend your birthday party Timmy" I wrote "But please feel free to contact me on your 95th birthday and I will be absolutely sure to attend!" Signed, sealed, delivered. Serves you right Timmy.