Discovery

Monday's, the day of the week that everyone dreads. Now on this particular Monday, a certain someone had a very different attitude towards the dawning of this day.

"It's finally here!" a voice shouted. Followed by footsteps rumbling down the stairs, bolting for the front door.

   A somewhat angelic voice rang out, "Michael, will you please calm down? You're going to wake your little sister."

   I, Michael Peruzzi, was finally going to have it. I opened the door and found a UPS box sitting on my front step. Elated, I began to rip through the packaging until I hit the jack pot.

   I grabbed it and held it high in the air, it was my new A2000 Rawlings baseball glove. After all of my elated excitement, it kind of hit me that it was Monday. I then find myself to be back in my regular motions.

Approximately twenty minutes later I find myself at the front gates of Hardwood Senior High, please don't laugh at the name. As I stroll through campus I catch the sight of the brony group. Those poor guys, they get so much shit just because they express what they truly enjoy. If everyone at this school did that, then I would be right over the with them. Being the fact that I'm a closet brony feels like im cheating myself, not giving myself the chance to express who I really am.

Regular classes seemed to drag along today, but it was finally time for baseball practice, and the perfect opportunity to show off my sexy new glove, okay sexy is strong word, my eye appealing glove. But before I could whip out my baby, one of the assistant coaches stopped me at the dugout.

"What the hell is that shit right there?" he questioned pointing towards my chin. Automatically thinking about showing off my new glove, I pull it out and present it to him.

"Well, what do you think coach?" I gushed.

"Oh! You want to know what I think?" he inquired as he took the glove, "I think that this was not what I was fucking talking about!" with that being shouted, he hurls my glove over my head and into the awaiting trash can. Bewildered, I turned to my coach for an explanation.

"No facial hair on the baseball field!" he stated. Shit! I knew I forgot to shave this morning.

"And since you keep coming out here with that scraggly patch on your chin," he spat, "You can treat yourself to a free trip twice around the school!" With that my jaw hit the floor, our school has a lot of rural area. So it probably has the same square mileage as The Great Salt Lake. Reluctantly I headed toward the gate to proceed on my little excursion, but little did I know that that little excursion would lead to a fantastic adventure!