It was a bleak night, and only the mice were around to keep me company. The banks of the Delaware provided little comfort, and the only light was that of the refineries. I was hungry, cold, and tired. Still, I soldiered on. What choice did I have? I had come this far - I couldn't turn back now.
I had been sent days ago to report on the Philadelphia Union's impending release of their out of contract players and the players to whom contract options had been declined. I was to monitor activities, and report back when all was said and done.