Sam nodded to his dad. "Absolutely. It's your gig." He was giving it to them to get the team back together. He had no intention of getting involved beyond that. If asked, he wouldn't mind helping out, but he wasn't giving this to them so he could play vigilante sidekick.
"There is.. One other thing I need to say." He was still standing in front of both of them. He didn't have a scoreboard in front of him, but he was pretty sure he was still in control of this conversation. Still, that didn't stop him from feeling panicked and nauseated all of a sudden. With any luck, none of that showed.