When I knew Sid was watching, I had to try to not show off. I didn’t try that hard, though. I got caught up in the game and kinda pretending I was in front of a screaming crowd. I ran faster and tackled harder because I had Sid for an audience. Whenever I glanced over at him, he’d be smiling. Not always looking at me, but definitely smiling. That felt good. The big knot of impossible dreams inside demanded that I make Sid smile, but most of me was just happy to see him happy.
Hes so whipped for ths man
