OT: Open Letter of Apology To That One Kid
Dear Young Man,
You were the means to my first UM football game. Though the Event was very important to me, some friends and I were a little behind schedule. I distinctly remember marveling at how the stadium could hold my entire hometown. And my, the freedom of being around so many unattractive women. How carefree and joyful it was!
In our exchange, there was no need for names. I approached you somewhere on the way to the stadium. My friends had tread this path before and did not feel my apprehension. The remotely illicit nature of our transaction made Michigan's ovular stadium seem an ill-fit for this square peg, but things began anyway. Both your baseball cap and your introduction to puberty appeared new. You found humor in my mammoth beard and ridiculous glasses, but were polite enough to try and conceal it. Thank you for that, by the way.
I do not recall the agreed price for the tickets. I don't remember how much money I brought with me to see the game. But I do remember, after we were swept in a crowd of women who worried their purses were too big to comply with stadium rules, that I recounted my money.
"Jeff Smoker smokes crack!" said the black guy selling t-shirts just outside the stadium.
I had an extra twenty and was missing a George Washington. I shorted you 19 bucks, kid. I turned and looked for you. When I told my friends, they did the same. You were nowhere to be seen and the Brown Jug beckoned.
Yes, it is many years after the fact. And, to be honest, I don't wake up in cold sweats thinking about it. But during long drives, or when I get together with friends who rib and remind me about it, I feel bad. You were not had, child. I am just a clumsy idiot. Please forgive me for the mistake.
Sincerely,
Caesar
Michigan Stadium could hold over 100 of my home towns.
March 31st, 2009 at 11:23 AM ^
nevermind
March 31st, 2009 at 10:09 AM ^
I thought this would be directed at RREraBeginsin2009. I was pleasantly surprised.
When the little shit ends up at State, and suddenly can vividly recall every ill moment from every Wolverine in history, but has no memories whatsoever of his 17 1/2 years rooting for Michigan.
"Yeah, EVERYONE at Michigan is CHEAP! One time, when I was a kid, this Michigan fan skimped me $19 bucks! Plus, the girls are hideous. GO STATE! WOOOO FINAL FOUR WOOOOOO!"
And, in the darkest corner of kid's closet, is a tear soaked letter from the U of M Admissions Department that begins with the words "We are sorry to have to inform you . . ."
the kid ending up at state would give this story a happy ending.
this sounds like a rant you'd find on the best of craislist.
Sorry! I didn't mean for it to sound like a rant.
Please mail my $19 to the following address:
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