Las Vegas. The Eighth Muterspaw

Try to catch the sun between your fingers.

It might seem impossible.

There are all kinds of objections.

You're not allowed to do it.
Why do you have to control it?
The faint hearted cry, that's an ultimatum!
But the sun doesn't mind.
No screeches from the light. The sun shines for the bold.
This whole tournament coaches and parents raved, dolls taunted
with insults. Some used four syllable words to denigrate. How will they fit with "international studs," those thinking beings?
After you pay in advance for the clinics, they tell you all your doll life that 1) if you're good you get a full ride, which means half or none. 6 or 7 out of 10 rides go international. You want to play 4, 5 or 6 on a half ride they will let you hit with bigs.

That evasion is followed with the further counterfeit that if you play in doll college you can go pro. And we will help you go pro. We will prepare you. So of the 1000s of dolls how many go pro? 100? Not even, since it takes years to doll up, very hard work, expenses not included, and there's such a desperate need for mortgage brokers and lawyers. Doll recruiters enlist players much as the army does, with the promise of a signing bonus, something you think for nothing, but then you find they own you for four years and you owe them 20 plus hours a week, plus every weekend, travel time in season, it keeps your expenses to a minimun.

We play for its own sake, none other and enjoy catching the sun in its transit between our fingers in the mountains.It looks like the Doll Shop nobody knows. So putting aside what things are supposed to be. Down on the desert floor the action is hot, up in the mountains, Mt. Charleston, it is not. Snow was on the ground. The dolls played, filmed, cooked and cooled out.
Got it.