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*Picks up phone, dials.*


*Phone rings, goes to voicemail.*
"Na na na na na na na na fishing. Na na na na na na na
na fishing. Fish-ing! Fish-ing! Fish-ing! Hi, you've reached Lee F--"


*Hangs up in disgust.* "Typical. Well, I guess that leaves..."


Conte Forum, Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts
*Phone rings.*


"Super Awesome Happy Fun Department, Head Funmaster DeFilippo speaking."


*Holds receiver in front of face, stares at it for a second.* "Uh, maybe I dialed the wrong..."


"That you, Tom?"


"Oh, yeah, hi, Gene, I wanted to maybe ask you a favor."


*Sighs.* "Man, why is it you harsh my vibe every time I talk to you? Hold on a second."

*Opens office window, dives head first into adjoining tube slide, lands in ball pit.*




*25 minutes later*


"You were saying?"


"I got this thing where all of my good players are hurt and I have a bit of a cold
and I just was thinking we could skip our game this weekend."


*Line goes dead.*


"So maybe that was a long shot."


*Watching TV in dorm room; USF game highlights come on.* "Shit."

*Wings football at TV, football flies over TV, crashes through window.
Car alarm sounds, woman screams.*


"Oh man it's on every channel!"

*Phone rings.*


"They go for it?"


"No, didn't buy it. You remember our discussion?"


"About how I am to go downtown against Boston College all afternoon? Bomb the shit out of them like I did last year? God we have fun, don't we, coach?"


*Hangs up, chugs bottle of whiskey, buries head in hands, weeps softly.*