Hey, Hey, What About Me? Remember Me?, By Zac Lee

Story by Dan Stier 

| Published Oct 5, 2010

I’m not sure what I have to do anymore. I try and try, harder and harder each day. What am supposed to do, ever since Taylor came here its like he is some golden boy. Pish, the guy can’t even throw a football. Oh, eight rushing touchdowns, big deal! Who cares its only four games into the season. I had 14 passing TDs last year, that’s pretty cool right? right?

You have no idea how it feels when Shawn Watson puts his arm around Taylor “Mar-tutu” and tells him he is doing a good job. And when Bo takes Cody and Taylor out for ice cream, I am left pick up the locker room where Alex Henery makes a point to towel slap me and call me a whiny bitch. while penis’ are being drawn all over my locker, Prince I know it is you!

I have thrown myself down on the floor of the weight room and cried my eyes out and banged my hands against enough walls to get a little recognition don’t you think? I mean come on I am Zack fucking Lee. 33 to 0 against Arizona, that entire thing wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me. My mom made that very clear in the letter she wrote to the coaching staff. Thanks mom.

That is it, I have put to much of myself into this team. I am just going to hold my breath till they put me in. That will show em’. Pretty soon it will be, “hey, Zach you are really awesome. Do you wanna play quarterback forever?” Yeah soon my former glory will be restored, and the jock strap of Jamal Lord will finally stop being thrown at me every time I walk into the locker room. Okay, enough talking, time for action. I’m holding my breath, starting now! Wait, who ever keeps putting nails under the tires of my car, I will find you! Okay, holding my breath, now!