He stares out the windshield, then opens his door. Hang on a sec. He walks buck in the house. I put my feet on the dashboard and examine my shins for bruises that will appear tomorrow. I wish the ref would call that shit.
Defense players go utterly unappreciated.
Only thing that shows up in the school paper though are the forwards, pony tails flying, kilts hiked up, going for the goal. But we all know it's Robin's solid fearlessness that saves our plaid asses every game. I love that face. I don't really care. Figure he's out of smokes, I can get a magazine.