When I was in the seventh grade, I hurt my hip playing unorganized football. Since I was one of the few fat kids in the neighborhood, they’d give me the ball, and all the kids would jump on my back, and I would carry the pile toward the end zone. I was the William “The Refrigerator” Perry of my day.
http://www.blackamericaweb.com/?q=blog_inner/35109/1573138/The Fly Jock
