Vengeance!

Let me take you back to the fall of 1995. I was a 17 year old member of the Hampton High cross country team. Although, I was 75 lbs lighter than I am today and in 300% better shape, I was a mediocre runner at best. I mainly used the cross country team to help my conditioning for soccer. 

With that said I still gave my best effort. One day, I was plodding along at the back of the pack in the Peninsula District meet at Newport News park. About 1/2 way through the race, I came up on fellow Crabber Jason Williamson, who himself was also struggling. I jogged/walked next to him and said "What's up, man?"

After a few moments spent discussing how shitty we are at running, Jason came up with a proposal.

"Since we're both in last, let's make a pact to stick together for the rest of the race and cross the finish at the same time. That way, neither one of us is the only last place runner." 

I agreed. Why not? And for the next 1.5 miles we jogged together until we got to the final 50 yard stretch. At that point, Jason decided to break the pact and burst into a sprint. Taken by surprise (and  exhausted), I tried to catch him, but his head start was too much. Thanks to Williamson's treacherous betrayal, I finished last in the 1995 Peninsula District cross country meet. 

I was made fun of. Bullied. Everyone at HHS called me a "slow bitch" and "Loser Boy" (X-Country is taken seriously at Hampton). It made me feel ashamed and awful. Ever since that day, I've had trouble trusting anyone. If my own Crabber teammate had deceived me and cost me the shot at 2nd to last, than who could I trust? It's cost me dearly in many relationships. 

Why am I posting this now, you might be wondering. Well, this spring, Jason Williamson signed up for WAKA VA Peninsula kickball with Kick Ass. Tonight, my team, the 5 O'Clockers, square off against KA at 7:30. 

I've been waiting 18 years for this day. Tonight, I will have vengeance. Williamson, you betrayed me, and for that, you (and Kick Ass) shall suffer! After the Clockers run up the score, you shall know the shame of feeling like a true failure!!!!

See you at the fields, mother f****r. In the immortal words of Bart Scott, "CAN'T WAIT"

UPDATE: 5 O'Clockers 2, Kick Ass 0. Revenge is a dish best served cold.