Eyes on us

Just about ten minutes before Kyle arrived in the gym. There was a man with an overly serious facial expression holding a camera in his hand as he sat among the crowd.

He had short brown hair that was styled neat and tidy. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties as there weren't any wrinkles or signs of advanced aging on his face.

He was dressed in a dark blue button up shirt and a nice pair of jeans. Combined with his tanned skin tone it helped to give him the impression of a rugged cowboy from the midwest.

Another man walked over and took a seat next to him "Well if it isn't old Billy Hinrich. What's a high school coach like you doing at a middle school game like this?"

Billy didn't even shift his eyes over as he kept his focus on Jefferson's bench "You already know what I'm here for Troy.

I'm assuming it's the same reason why the assistant coach for Los Angeles' best high school basketball team is here.