for the four thousandth time, and as Number 5 and 6 were in the mudroom with no shoes on, no jackets on, no backpacks on, and the bus was going to be at the
driveway any minute, I finally pulled my
head out of my ass and said to them, «I'm not doing this anymore.
Every day I'd wake up, run to end
of the
driveway, grab the morning newspaper, and analyze every stat the box score could offer me before
heading out to school.