“You know, when I was a kid they had real football players. They wore leather helmets and didn’t have bi-weeks. What kind of a sissy athlete needs a week off in the middle of the season?”
“When you were a kid, they kept score by chiseling X marks into stone.” I tossed a jersey to Grouper. Next week was a designated throwback week, when the team wore replica uniforms from years back. I’d ordered an extra for Grouper III. “Tell Guppy I signed it with a washable marker this time. Don’t want his mother getting another smelly-boy call from the school.”
Grouper held it up and sighed nostalgically. “I remember this uniform. This was from the non-p***y-player period.”
“Bite me, old man.”
Marlene was sitting on the edge of her bed, a floral swim cap on her head. She was scribbling some notes on
