friendsâ dads, by the way.)
âWhat books? Maybe I can find them,â I said.
âDang it,â Aleah whispered. âDaddyâs awake. I have to go.â
âOh. Okay,â I said. âOkay, I loveâ¦â
Aleah was gone. The Skype window closed.
I sat in the light of my laptop. Alone again. I had to go to sleep. We had a game the next night and I play better if Iâm rested (although Iâm never exactly rested). The house was dark. I lived in the basement. The basement is a door away from the garage where my dad died. This didnât ever bother me when I was younger. Why didnât it bother me?
My stomach tweaked. The hole got big. I texted Andrew: You awake?
No , he replied.
I have a hole , I texted.
Are you being gross? Or trying to be profound? Andrew texted.
I feel weird , I texted.
Letâs talk tomorrow, brother. We should talk , he replied.
We didnât talk because I had a football game against River Valley and I scored three touchdowns and ran for 228 yards and then I went for pizza with Cody, Karpinski, Abby Sauter, and Jess Withrow.
It was a great night.
Accelerating Fall
Recruiting, Mumble Mouth, Justify Your Existence, Pig Boy, The End
Chapter 5
Barfed Upon in Madison
I made two recruiting visits during football seasonâWisconsin and Northwesternâand two right after the seasonâthe School That Shall Not Be Named and Stanfordâbecause theyâre not so close to Bluffton and I needed time to travel.
I went to these schools to see if I liked them, to see if I wanted to move to one of these foreign places where I would be part of a football program, be part of a âculture.â (Thatâs what the coaches called life in the programâa âculture.â)
Not enjoyable for me. I didnât really know what I was looking for, so I didnât ask questions. Plus, I didnât like most of the football coachesâdidnât like the way they talked, the way they moved, the way they smelled. Didnât like their haircuts or their clothes or their big-knuckled hands. These dudes make me jumpy, squirrely. The football players, for the most part, seemed like young versions of these big-knuckled, powerful old dudes.
I didnât know how to talk to them.
I didnât want to talk to them.
What a dork!
They didnât like me either. In the end, at the end of my visits, I think most of the coaches and players wanted to punch me in the face.
At least no one actually punched me. That would be bad press for the program for sure.
Headline: Coach Punches Top Recruitâs Dumbass Face!
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Wisconsin Visit
Before visiting Madison, Wisconsin, home of the University of Wisconsin, I sort of figured Iâd end up a Wisconsin Badger. Especially if Aleah didnât go to college. Everyone else thought Iâd be a Badger too. The university is close to Bluffton (only like an hour away). Madison is a cool town. Iâd have some friends there. (Abby Sauter, who is a great friend, the best, is going to Wisconsin.) I was excited to make this trip.
Because Iâm from Wisconsin, the Wisconsin coaches set me up to hang out with another Wisconsin âproduct.â (Players from a state are considered âproductsâ of the state. Other Wisconsin products include cheese, sausage, beer, and also lawn mowers.) The dude they set me up with is named Bart Kunzel. Heâs a giant lineman from a town called Hartland (near Milwaukee). Heâll be a senior next year, and if he doesnât break a leg or get his knee ripped in half, heâll definitely play in the NFL.
He was okay. Fine. I just didnât have much to say to him. I stuttered a lot. Mumbled. I asked him if heâd ever visited the Milwaukee Zoo. He said no. Then I asked him if he ever saw the famous shit-throwing gorilla at the Milwaukee Zoo. He said, âHow would I see the gorilla if I never went to the zoo?â
Good point.
He squinted at