October 4, 1996 Friday
Now is the time when we find out who the real Bears fans are. The team are currently a shell of walking wounded, have a record of 2-3, and are facing the Packers in Green Bay in Sunday. Because I (must) believe in the Monsters of the Midway, I have yet again stuck my head out for Coach Wannstedt and Company, making myself vulnerable to whatever the history teacher Mr. Mavetz will throw at me. Like last year, I have promised him that if the Packets win, I will wear a Packers sweatshirt Tuesday, and vise-versa. We’ve lost four straight times to the Pack, so we’ve got to win some time…right?
I am viewing the game this Sunday at Ainsey’s house–that’s what I said. It should be fun. The Lagerstein’s are big Packers fans. If I win I get a cake from Ainsley, and company for the Christmas walk in early December. Ainsley was telling me yesterday too about how she, Holly Andrews, and thirty other seniors were tee-peeing their school for Homecoming. At least, until the cops showed up.
For my Speech class Tuesday I am preparing my reading of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart.”
Why would you think me mad?