Socked feet propped up on a chair, flipping through the pages of a pile of police reports before tossing them into different piles on the vinyl floor.
Sunglasses pushed up on top of my head, camera bag slung across my shoulders, press pass clipped to my shirt, a camera in one hand, taking notes on my phone with the other, as I dodge foul balls.
Sitting in the dim quiet of an...
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