house hanging out one Saturday afternoon. We had a Total Blast, playing Atari and calling the Party Line and stuff. We even got Tom to pretend his name was Tammy and talk to one of the guys. And boy was he good at itâ¦He came up with some totally wild things to say, which I wonât even repeat. Too bad when we got back to school on Monday, I tried talking to him during Ms. Lemieuxâs 6 th & 7 th hour Enriched English & Social Studies, and he totally blew me off!
I canât even believe Tomâs going with Marie Sperling now. She used to be all Little Miss Innocent, back in 7 th grade. I swear, you could tell her a joke in 1st hour and she wouldnât start laughing till 5 th . Even though sheâs always been a Total Sweetheart, none of the Popular Guys wanted anything to do with her. Then last Summer, puberty kicked in and BAM!
Now that I think of itâ¦Marie kinda reminds me of Kristian Alfonso. Whom Iâm still totally in love with. Sheâs gotta be the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen in my entire life. Every night before I go to bed, I pray that one day Iâll find a girlfriend whoâs as beautiful as Kristian Alfonso. If only that could happen, I know Iâd be set. Then I could prove to all those Jock Jerks out thereâlike Fuck Face Craig Gershrowskiâthat Iâm not⦠You know.
With regards to the Tigersâ Parade, I start to tell Brad, âI donât knowâ¦â
Itâs not that I donât care about the World Series, donât get me wrong. Even though Iâm not technically a Sports Fan, I have a fond affinity for the Detroit Tigers. Back in 4 th grade, my Dad used to take me to Tiger Stadium all the time. Iâd sit there in the bleachers with my program on my lap, memorizing all the playersâ names and their numbers: #1âLou Whitaker, #3âAlan Trammell, #4âAurelio Rodriguez, who was always my Aunt Soniaâs favorite âcause he wore patent leather shoes. Not to mention #8âRon LeFlore, #10âRusty Staub, #13âLance Parrish, #19âDave Rozema, #33âSteve Kemp.
But partying with a bunch of strangers in Downtown Detroit of all places is the last thing I wanna be doingâ¦
âCome on!â Brad practically begs. âThe Tigers havenât won the World Series since like 1965.â
â1968,â I correct, only knowing this fact because my Dadâs been stressing it this entire season.
âIt could be the Year 2000 before they ever make it to the World Series again,â he tells me. âAnd by that time, weâll be too old to even care.â
âOkayâ¦â God forbid I should miss out. Which is why I have no other choice but to give in and agree to go along.
âAwesome!â Brad cheers. âWeâll be right over.â Then he throws in, âWe gotta pick Bobby up first.â By whom he could only mean Bobby Russell. As in Dear Bobby⦠from the letter Mr. Grant read aloud to us in the cafeteria at the beginning of 7 th grade.
In case I havenât mentioned itâ¦Bobby happens to live just four blocks away from me on the other side of John R, over on Moorhouse. Across I-75 from where he went to elementary school at Roosevelt with Symphonic Band 2 nd chair clarinet Carrie Johnson. Though I couldnât figure out why heâd be coming along with us. I mean, heâs been in Band with me and Brad for the past two years. But itâs not like either of us is friends with him.
Which is why I have to ask, âWhyâs Bobby Russell coming?â
To which Brad replies, âI donât knowâ¦Whatâs the big deal?â
âNo big deal.â Though Brad knows how much I canât stand Bobby Russell. I mean, he sits right next to me in Band. But whenever I see him outside of class, he acts like he doesnât even know who I am. Probably because every time heâs challenged me for 1st chair, heâs always
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