In his tight, short-sleeved shirt, the wrestling coach guffawed when my little prepster entered the schoolwide arm wrestling contest. But he wasn’t laughing when Stef pulled him over the table.
“I thought you were just a nerd.”
Stefan didn’t mention a word to me, but the little boys heard through the grapevine he beat the captain of the football team the next day. All day long the other members of the team offered congratulations–“It’s about time someone took his ego down a notch.”
For the final, Stef donned his usual polo shirt/sweater and took the championship. “I almost felt bad,” he said, “no one expects the nerd to win.”
I do. Every time.