Tom J. Bross

“Danny’s anticipating an abnormally intense growth spurt, one that will land him on the cover of medical journals. He’s not the biggest or the fastest but he plays with the most heart, will and aggression. He finds his way into practically every play. He plays both offense and defense. He’s the only player with long brown hair streaming out the back of his helmet. Padded up in gear exaggerates his build. He’s muscular and already has the physique of a man. After practice, Danny takes off his helmet and is immediately surrounded by cheerleaders. Suddenly he’s mashing mouths with one of them, leaving me stunned—and jealous. I know I shouldn’t compare but consider the facts; Danny is confident. I live in a constant state of self-doubt.”
― Tom J. Bross, Don't Call Me Jupiter: Memoir of a Reluctant Hippie Kid