Sunday, January 2, 2011


He hoped his father wouldn't notice. Still, Alex didn't want to take any unnecessary chances so he slipped quietly into the room and sat on the couch pulling the large popcorn bucket in front of him. His father stood in the corner, his eyes glued to the TV, screaming obscenities and praises as he felt appropriate. Twenty-one football minutes later, half-time arrived. Alex put the popcorn bucket down and stood up. "What the hell are you wearing?" his father bellowed. Alex looked down, momentarily confused until he saw the green and yellow logo brazened across his chest. Oops!

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