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some douche bag asshole hit a girl.
    So, I got involved.
    T h ere really was no use in t rying to explain it to him . He wouldn’t understand. Even if he did he would still be pissed. It was the third fight I had been in since school s tarted two months ago. This latest fight was the last straw with Mr. Deet s ’ saying I might get cut fr om the team.
    Get cut from the team? Football was all I had. I had to get my shit together and get my head on straight. It was the first time in my life I ever felt accepted and needed…..t he feeling was fucking great. The only other place I fel t needed was at Gramps ranch.
    Ever since m y father got transferred to Fort Sill when I was just entering eighth grade , I had come to depend on football as my escape from my drill instructor father .  That man lives to tell me I need to focus on my grades and go in the Army like he did. There is no way in hell I was going i n the Army.
    M y plan was to take the f ootball scholarship I was offered at the University of Texas and get back to my grandfather and the ranch . Some of my best childhood memories are from his ranch. Man I love that place. I could p ractically smell my Grams ’ Chicken and Dumplins ’.
    I told my grandfather that my dream was footba ll and to get into Architectural engi neering. He is, of course, one hundred percent supportive which I think pisses my father off even more.
    The minute the door shut to his F150 black truck I knew the shit was about to hit the fan.
    “What the FUCK do you think you are doing getting into ANOTHER fight Drew? Your mother is going to be devastated by this !”
    Sure, bring my mom into it you as s hole. “It’s Gunner, I like to be called Gunner.” I shot back at him a little to o pissed off. I was mad that he was trying to bring my mom into this and guilt me yet again.
    “The last time I lo ok ed on your birth certificate it clearly stated your name was Drew Garrett Mathe w s. Not fucking Gunner. Where the fuck did you come up with that name?” My father hissed at me through gritted teeth.
    “Coach was telling the rest of the team how to play positions right. Said I made it down the field fast and made the most tackles and that I was an example of how to play the gunner position right. It just stuck. He started to call me Gunner and so did the guys.”
    “Is that so? Think you are a hot shot ‘cause you are some star football high school player? Bullshit! You are never going to make anything out of your life playing goddamn football ! Nothing! Where could you p ossible go in your life? You think football is going to get you anywhere?” My father said with so much hatred I cringed.
    I had yet to tell him about my scholarship and made my mother and grandfather promise not to tell him . I was going to wait until aft er football season but fuck it.
    “Sir, I got accepted in to T he University of Texas. I got my letter this summer. I intend on going.”
    My father let out a laugh that just about made my stomach drop. “How the hell you think you are going to pay for college? I’m not helping I can tell you that right now. “
    “I got a football scholarship sir; and Gramps said he would help out with a place to stay in Austin. ” I said with as much strength in my voice as I could muster. He didn’t need to know Gramps already said he would cover any other expenses my scholarship lacked.
    “Is that so? Well , just to let you know. Do not call me when you fail. Which you will, I guarantee it. Do not call me when you need help. Do not call me when your little football plan does not work out . As of right now, I am done with you.”
    4 Years later……
    “Dude I cannot believe we only have one more year of college!” My best friend Jeff shouted over Tim McGraw ’s Truck Yeah song. Shit , if he played that song one more time I might have to knock the shit out of him.
    “No doubt! I’m just gl ad school is done. Man this year has been kicking my ass!” I shouted back over the