"j, did you actually make the football team?"

yeah.

"matt didn't make it though."

matt needs to either lose some weight or gain some weight if he wants to play football.

"i see. and, dave didn't make it?"

dave was apparently lacking in skills. i dunno. i didn't talk to him about it.

"but, you made it? really. i'm just surprised. you don't come across as somebody that would be interested in football."

well, i'm not, really. it's more a dad thing.

"right. but i still can't believe you made the team."

well, i'm a fast runner, and i can actually catch. i'm very healthy; i'm in very good shape. i know football is thought of as this violent sport, but the fact is that there's always going to be a place on a football team for people that can outrun the field.

"right. i guess that not everybody on the field has to be physical and confrontational. so, what position do you play, again?"

left bench. they tried to move me to the right side a few times, but it didn't really fit. i'm a natural on the left bench, though.

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i actually quit the team midway through the year because i didn't want to skip out on math class. that was the excuse i needed.