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Small Culbs Team: A Short Story

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The rules of the Bronx small cubs League required that each kid play at least ten minutes in each game. Exceptions were allowed for players who had a bad record of attendance by skipping practice or violating other rules. In such cases, a coach could file a report before the game and inform the school that so-and-so wouldn't play much, if at all, because of some indifferences with parent’s opinions. After all, it was a kid’s game and kids need to feel like they are part of.

With four minutes left in the game, Coach Howard looked down the bench, nodded at a somber and pouting little boy named Adam, and said, “Do you want to play?” Without responding, Adam walked to the steps of the dugout and waited for a whistle. His violations were numerous--skipping …show more content…

When Adam was in school, he scored A without even preparing for test. He was smart and all the teachers knew it.
After a year in college and adopting to a normal life, Adam decided that it was time to get a girlfriend. What he found out really quickly, is that he needed some case, which he didn’t have.
The timing couldn’t have been better for the call “Hi this is Adam, who is this?” he questioned as the number had no name attached to it and he didn’t recognized it.
“yo yo hats up my bratha from a different motha.” Came the voice on the other end.
With a sigh of excitement Adam responded “omg, what’s up Diggs, it’s been way to long. Who did you get my number?”
“O, you know me, all I had to do was by a rose for the secretary at your collage and she game me your number and hers.” “
So what’s up man?” asked Adam as he curiously wounded what the call was about. When Adam and Diggs last spoke, they promised that they would always be there for each other no matter what happened. “Hey Adam, I got the perfect gig for you, it’s legit and we can make a fortune, meet me …show more content…

“You got it, I’ll see you then.”
Sam’s Deli was wide and large with dim lighting. The walls decorated with posters of NY City in the 1930’s and its tables were wood stools with comfortable chairs. To the left was a bar and had boots seating on the other side of the counter, and a row of finely dried meats hung from above the booths and added to the aroma. All conversations were kept secret as the load crowed laughed and enjoyed the atmosphere. Adam had eaten there a few times during his first year enrolled in a CUNY collage down the block.

The last two booths were properly secured by thick red padding and large shads. When diggs made his slow approach, the patrons glanced at him and thought him a thug with his white suite and tipped fedora, Adam was waiting patiently, sipping coffee, and didn’t notice his surroundings. “What is up?” exclaimed Digs. Adam turned, smiled and they embraced like two brothers who have returned from war. “What’s happening?” asked

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