The Champion

I've spent most of this week babysitting my little brother. At first I kept my distance, only pausing to feed him spoonfuls Crisco when he was hungry (kids love the stuff when you sprinkle it with sugar). As the week progressed we spent more and more time together. We played at the park, on the beach, in the alley between the liquor store and Sunset Tan. All this quality time with my brother reminded me of my own childhood. Though it been years, I was still pleased to find that I could kick a 3rd grader's ass at tether ball. Something that few people know about me is that I was my elementary school's tether ball champion. I could still feel the familiar tingle of pride as I lobbed that beautiful yellow ball high above his head. There is nothing more gratifying than the look of shame and disappointment in that little boy's face. Some of you may call me petty for trying to beat a child at tether ball. I ask you this, is it such a crime that I groom him to be a winner like me. In conclusion, I could kick your ass at tether ball.