One game. Just one game. We were so close to the Final Four, and we fucked it up...and in front of my mom and my two younger brothers Larry and Todd, too. They had driven to the game to see us win and head to the Final Four, but we screwed it up. Actually, no, I screwed it up. I had a chance to tie it with a dead ball strike and it went wide.
Oh, and I dislocated my shoulder sliding into a tackle. It's not the first time, but fuck it hurts.
Denton tried to call me all night, but I just didn't want to answer the phone. I just can't deal with him right now ever since he quit the Christian Club and came out to his parents. He's been telling me to do what Jake did and come out to everyone, and I keep telling him it's not that simple. I've got dreams...and being openly gay simply won't work.
Why can't he accept that it's not going to happen?
