In Canada, the narrator of this story would be called a Hockey Dad, even though the story takes place at his kid’s basketball game. Hueller inhabits the man’s head so clearly, and has a couple of sneaky narrative tricks that bring this stressful, kinetic story together:

(And don’t get him started on cell phones, please and thank you. He’d heard on the radio that in some places you could now text 9-1-1, because apparently even when your loved one is lying near-dead on the floor, people can’t be bothered to call and talk to a human voice.)