” Coach said.“Our first goal is to win the division, if you don’t win that you are done. Then the real work begins. Let’s remember to have fun... but if you don’t put in the work we can’t win, and that includes you non-starters as well. You all worked to get here, so act like you worked to get here. Anyone acting stupid, and or doing stupid shit will be cut from this team so fast you won’t believe it. This includes everyone on this team, no matter who they are, is this clear?” Coach asked. “Yes.”. "Your waist looks really small." Yeah, I tink my stomach shrunk," he said, his speech somewhat slurredby a half dozen Manhattans. "I can't eat half what I used ta. I'm downfrom 220 to 165 pounds an' I'm still 6'2." But I don't feel weak ornuttin. Truth ta tell I wuz kind 'a flabby at 220 but now I'm reallytight.'" That's rather a nice perfume you're wearing, by the way. What is it?" Oh, glad you like it," Tony said, as he waved his wrist so as to spreadthe fragrance. "It's White Shoulders.. Content to just veg out for awhile I sat down next to him and put my arm around him. He leaned into me, and we watched the idiot dectevies try and solve the murder of some white trash crack whore. By the time the show was over it was 9, and I was pretty hungry becuase I hadnt eaten a formal dinner yet. Do you have any plans for food? I asked him. Hmm. What are you in the mood for. My mom went to the store before she left. Were well stocked on food. I thought for a moment. What do you want to. Which bugged me a lot.Everything else was brilliant. Until November. Our first real fight. He wanted me to come home with him for Thanksgiving dinner. In Los Vegas, Nevada. I wanted to spend it with my family in Reedville — the first holiday season without Gran-gran. The first without Lisa. There was no way I was going anywhere but home — with or without him. It's not that I blame him for wanting to go home for the holiday — I understood that completely. I just didn't get why he wouldn't just.