The Education of Lucas Rossi Eight…nine…ten…Roger Magnussen finished his set, put the dumbbell down and picked up his phone. He was seated at the end of a bench, uncharacteristically oblivious to all the activity around him. He was annoyed that a client had just cancelled on him for the third time. “Oh, hey Roger, how’s it goin’?” Roger looked up. “Hey, Lucas, I’m good. How are you?” “I’m OK. I’m supposed to be doing legs but I think I pulled a muscle in quads, so I’m skipping to shoulders. I’m bummed cause I’m going with my Dad and brother next Monday to Charlotte and I’m hoping to get a soccer scholarship there. It’s not gonna look good if I have a bad leg.” “How did you do that?” “I’m not sure,” Lucas replied, rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. “I think I felt it happen during our game against Central last Wednesday, but it didn’t seem so serious until later that night. My coach says maybe I should see a therapist.”