Dave, Ralph, Doug, and the rest of the crowd were standing at gate six shortly before seven.
“Let’s go in,” Ralph said.
“Just wait a minute,” Dave replied. “I’m waiting for someone.”
“Who?” Doug asked.
At that moment Ricky rounded the corner and walked toward the group. He was obviously nervous.
“Well, well, what have we here,” Doug snarled. “I think I smell Bolleggio stench. Whatsa madda you piss in your panties?”
Everyone laughed.
Dave went pale. Maybe this was a mistake after all.
Ricky stopped in his tracks.
Ralph added, “Wanna watch the big strong football players in their tight pants, faggot?” He laughed and everyone joined him again.
Ricky looked imploringly at Dave.
Dave stood as if frozen. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. It had dawned on him; these guys really thought
