“The same. For now, corporate ownership violates league rules, but that’s probably where we’re eventually headed. How can the Green Bay Packers, for example, which is a publicly owned team, compete with all the land barons, oil and gas men, and automobile fortunes that are pumping money into the Chiefs and the Cowboys, the Lions, the Saints, all the rest?”

He shook his head. “Teams have astronomical expenses and only limited ways of generating revenue: network television contracts, ticket sales, licensing agreements, and, for some of the teams, their stadium contracts. We don’t get a penny from any food or liquor sold at the dome. We don’t receive a cut from any of the advertising that’s displayed, our rent is astronomical, and we have to pay for our own security as well as our cleanup.”

“How could Bert allow something like that to happen?”

“He let his heart rule his head, I’m afraid. In the early eighties when the Stars’ franchise became available, Bert wanted to buy it so badly that he didn’t hang tough enough with the consortium of businessmen behind the sports dome. He also expected eventually to renegotiate the contract by making some threats and showing a little muscle.”

“Apparently he thought wrong.”

“The consortium that owns the stadium is headed by Jason Keane. He’s a tough businessman.”

“I’ve heard of him. He shows up at a lot of Manhattan clubs.”

“Don’t let his reputation as a playboy fool you. Keane’s smart, and he had no intention of losing his sweetheart deal with the Stars. The contract comes up for renewal this December, and so far we’ve made no progress at all improving the terms.”

Resting her elbow on her desk, she plowed one hand through her hair and swept it back from her cheek. The Stars had lost their final three exhibition games as well as their season opener, so there was little possibility of the team’s qualifying for the AFC Championship game. All the sportswriters were predicting that the Portland Sabers would make it to the Super Bowl again this year, and she hadn’t failed to note that the Sabers had won their opener against the Buffalo Bills 2510.

The stadium contract was going to be Reed’s problem, and there was no reason for her to waste time thinking about it except for an inescapable need to accomplish something her father hadn’t been able to do. But how could she expect to remedy a situation Bert couldn’t fix when she knew nothing at all about such things?