Sometimes it still catches you by surprise--a flash of giddiness that you're working next to Samuel T. Anders. All of them, really--Sue-Shaun, Barolay, Hillard... names you used to hear on the wireless. You think for a moment how you'll tell your friends about this, then you remember. You and your friends are never going to watch vids of the C-Buc games together or argue about stats or whether or not Anders had a girlfriend and which of you he'd like better. It was stupid, really.