“Yeah? And what about the trophies? What the hell have you got those for? It’s not like you ever cared to come to one of my games.” The vein in my forehead pulsated as my voice rose. “And as you said, you were too drunk to even know I had started boxing.” I stopped yelling and took a deep breath. Pop remained silent. “So again, why the hell do you have my trophies? What did ya do, Pop? Steal them out of my old bedroom? You become a thief now too? Is that it?”
