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The last time I had anything to do with
football, Timothy Bartley threw the ball at me during PE, and it hit me in the
face. I was left with a shiner for three weeks after that, barely able to see
out of my poor eye. Everyone made fun of me, and I still sported a small scar
on my eyebrow where my skin had split from the swelling.
football, Timothy Bartley threw the ball at me during PE, and it hit me in the
face. I was left with a shiner for three weeks after that, barely able to see
out of my poor eye. Everyone made fun of me, and I still sported a small scar
on my eyebrow where my skin had split from the swelling.
That was in sixth grade.
Seventeen years ago.
Seventeen years ago.
Since then, I hadn’t
watched a game, hadn’t paid attention to who’s who, or even glanced at ESPN.
That was fine by me. I was happy not having to spend my Saturdays watching the
big game. My money was spent on video games, comics, and shoes instead of
tickets and merchandise.
watched a game, hadn’t paid attention to who’s who, or even glanced at ESPN.
That was fine by me. I was happy not having to spend my Saturdays watching the
big game. My money was spent on video games, comics, and shoes instead of
tickets and merchandise.
Football was in an
entirely different universe that didn’t touch mine in the slightest.
entirely different universe that didn’t touch mine in the slightest.
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Traci Ashbe Dark Epic Fantasy Author 