Inflategate

By Raymund Eich

Powercrosse.

A zero-gee sport mixing the best of hockey and lacrosse.

Skill moves.

Big hits.

All while managing your team's limited supply of jet pack air.

Jaysen Tkachenko—the best active player to never win a championship—left his long-time team, the Miners, for the powerhouse Pterodactyls and his last good chance to win it all.

But when he faces his old team in the finals, he discovers there are more important things than winning a trophy at all costs.

You'll love this science fiction sports story about a star athlete who becomes a better man.

Get it now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CV-2 Books
• Release date: Dec 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393829218

Raymund Eich

Raymund Eich files patent applications, earned a Ph.D., won a national quiz bowl championship, writes science fiction and fantasy, and affirms Robert Heinlein's dictum that specialization is for insects.In a typical day, he may talk with university biology and science communication faculty, silicon chip designers, patent attorneys, epileptologists, and rocket scientists. Hundreds of papers cite his graduate research on the reactions of nitric oxide with heme proteins.He lives in Houston with his wife, son, and daughter.

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Inflategate

Raymund Eich

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Behind the glass, the crowd screamed in delight. Almost every fan strained against the microgravity harnesses, raising jubilant fists or high-fiving neighbors. The sea of bright green replica jerseys and T-shirts with the Pterodactyls logo made the cylindrical court seem like a dome on the floor of some planet’s shallow, fertile sea. The few Miners fans floated inertly, lumps of black and gold. The secondary scoreboards all around the arena showed Q4 and counted down from 5:13. Pterodactyls 6 Miners 2.

The glowing white ball drifted toward the corner of the Pterodactyls’ defensive zone. The linesman extended his arms to his sides, waving off icing. Fans booed good-naturedly.

Jaysen Tkachenko thought, and compressed air jetted from his backpack for a moment. Only a moment. Conserve your tank, we only get so much air per game was a lesson learned in peewee. He coasted through the air like a rocket after its burn. His arms in bright green sleeves pulled his stick close to his body for better aerodynamics. A shake of his head flung a sweat droplet off