New Jock Tales Freshman Year Chptr 6 The Aftermath

New Jock Tales—Freshman Year–Chapter 6—The Aftermath

I head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have extra help for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y ‘s had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other volunteers were busy in the stands picking up the trash left behind. I gave them a loud whistle, and said to come on, we would finish up later. As we all walk out towards the parking lot, it just then occurred to me—I hadn’t arranged a ride to the diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar face—Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar “Yo dawg—how bout a ride” ? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod approval, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy route to the diner, and invite them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.

But as we entered the diner, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the door. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond belief. Every jock in the place was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective gear of the uniform, there was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Parker and me just look at each other. Mom and the other waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.

Putting my two first fingers to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made dogs howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a couple of times, and clear my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing tables, I announce, “Tigers—against the wall”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Parker hollars out “You heard him” They finally wander over and line up against the long wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud voice, “Mustangs, center of the room”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered. “After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the athletic fund. I don’t want to hear the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else.