moved on from the conversation, but my hands were balled into fists. I was pretty close to crushing Karpinski. Hereâs what I thought: Why donât you bully me, you dick? Iâm a dipshit. Bully me, okay?
In Dubuque, I didnât have a lot to say.
âCome on, man, lighten up,â Karpinski said. âI was just joking. I wouldnât kick that fat pig kid. Heâs beneath me, man,â Karpinski said as we waited for Abby outside PacSun, where she bought clothes that made her look like a beach volleyball player. (She was an All-Conference volleyball player after all.)
I just nodded at Karpinski.
âYou think Abbyâs drunk?â he asked.
âI protect the dipshits, man,â I said.
âOoh, Iâm scared,â Karpinski laughed.
***
Jerri took me to the airport in Madison the next morning. âHave fun!â she said dropping me off.
She didnât say, âIâll miss you.â
Back in Bluffton, Jerri disappeared into the arms of a dude named Terry Sauter. (Is that last name familiar to you?)
Winter Break
Am I Brutal Like My Dead Dad?
Chapter 15
Grandpa Stan Thinks Iâm Dadâs Clone
My grandpa Stan sipped an iced tea on the side of his backyard pool. It wasnât too warm outside, maybe mid-70s, but Andrew and Tovi were swimming around, splashing each other. The sky above was winter Florida blue. Grandpaâs little palm trees blew around in a breeze. I lay on a deck chair next to him.
âWhy do you play such a brutal game?â he asked.
âFootball?â I asked.
âWhat other game do you play?â he asked.
Tovi had told us earlier in the morning that sheâd accepted a tennis scholarship to the University of Georgia. Andrew and I were like, âThatâs amazing! Thatâs so cool!â
Grandpa Stan said, âAre you sure, sweetheart? You donât have to play if you donât want to.â
Up until my grandma Roseâs death a year ago and Andrewâs entry into his life, Grandpa Stan only cared about tennis. Thatâs what Tovi told me. I wouldnât know because Grandpa wouldnât talk to us back then. He pushed Tovi to play like he pushed my dad when he was a teen. Tovi said, âHe just yelled at me to work harder and run harder, and he shouted at me about scholarships all the time.â
But that morning in Florida, he said to her, âMaybe you should stop the competitions and start having a little fun.â
âWhat the hell?â was Toviâs response.
Soâ¦
âWhy do you play such a brutal game?â Grandpa Stan asked me.
âItâs fun.â
âFun? Murder is fun?â he asked.
âItâs not murder,â I said.
âSlaughter? Is that a better word?â he asked.
Remember, Grandpa had been at Blufftonâs homecoming game in the fall. We played Prairie du Chien and I destroyed them. Coach Johnson took me out midway through the third quarter because we were ahead by a lot and the Prairie players were diving on the ground instead of hitting me because Iâd crushed so many of them that theyâd gotten scared. (I like that feeling, knowing theyâre scared of me. I look to hit them instead of running toward open field.) Recruiters said I run angry.
âI donât slaughter anybody. Itâs a game. I score touchdowns.â
âYou could play golf. Have you ever played golf?â Grandpa asked. âItâs very relaxing.â
âIâm one of the best football players in the country. I donât want to play golf.â
âHow can that be fun? Breaking peopleâs backs?â
âI get out my frustrationâ¦It makes me feel normal.â
âOkay, okay.â Grandpa Stan waved his hand, dismissing the conversation.
Tovi and Andrew splashed around. I rolled off the chair, stretched in the sun, then cherry-bombed the hell out of them.
***
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