The phone rings. I pick up. “Zack, this is The Goob.” The Goob, aka Daniel Johnston, is my fellow AV Panther from the old days. We were on the baseball team in the 1982-83 school year that had a miraculous comeback against Middletown to clinch a share of the old Northwestern League Championship. The only problem is that the triangular pennant we earned is not in its rightful place on the gym wall with the other felt totems of Panther glory. In fact, the pennant has never been on the wall, which I chalked up to typical bureaucratic incompetence.
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