Apr 27, 2016
Champion of Tehran
Sometimes he remembers when he was the little afraid kid looking at the other players on the court. *bump* He remember trying to stand off to the side, avoiding the others. *set* Trying to look like he could fit in without really trying to. *jump* But now he was the big impressive player to everyone else. *spike* *WHAMMMM* *CRACKOW* But he was different. Not just cuz he was a giant metal man. *highfive* But because he let the guys who didn’t feel like they fit it, join him and become the cool kids in their eyes. Because he knew it felt awful to be left out. And he wasn’t going to let who he looked like determine who he was.
Never again.