Mickey shrugged, the ball dropping to the grass. "Okay."
Mickey took off his bag and then stripped of his light coat, now dressed in his shirt and his jeans. His cleat were the only concession he'd made to this informal little game.
He dropped the bag somewhere mid-field, took six paces, and then dropped the coat. "This is my goal," he said. "Go on, make your own opposite of mine, and then we can begin. The field's way too big for two players otherwise."