Coach of the Drifter spits prawn tails out over the stand. The decision was made not to finish the sprint for the conference. Randy looks displeased, 'Maybe next year slugger' says coach. Randy sits down next to coach on his helmet and looks out over the perfect grass pitch. A confortable calm comes down on the pair of them as they watch the Drifters practice without their Legend. After what seems like an few hours when the light is fading and the team is cooling down, Randy turns to coach. Coach looks him in the eyes and says 'Okay, we'll move the team back to LA.' Randy grins like a child with his first ever gift.

The team moves once more on the first Sunday of summer.