was very compelling like here here's what i remember about the sad sack story so i believe this was ninth grade football because i think i played it in seventh didn't in eighth because i I went back to a different school that didn't have it. And then in ninth grade, I played freshman football. It was awful. I didn't have a number or a position, really. I was just, you know, the height of kind of bullying-ness. I don't know if it was the height of. But, you know, new school, not very popular, around a bunch of, you know, macho men. Macho, well, macho boys. Macho, macho boys. They made a calendar. The macho boys of Walsh Chesney. A lot of buff babies. Yeah, a lot of buff babies. You know what? That calendar ended up getting pulled. I don't remember exactly why. He's goosed. Were a lot of them goosed? Anyway, it was really terrible, and I didn't like the scene, and I didn't like the way I was being treated, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And so I quit the team, and then, yeah, I remember the coach. I can't remember how he called me into his office, which I had never been in before. He was also a teacher of something, but his office was in one of those.