Who: Bobby Finstock and OPEN What: Raking the field like a ridiculous person When: Nov 1, Afternoon Where: Outside the high school Rating: low
Was it his job to rake the field? No. No it was not. Was he? Yes, yes he was. Apparently one of the custodians was sick which meant that there was no one available to get rid of all the damn leaves that the trees decided to poop all over the field. Sure, it was getting colder out and soon the season would be done until spring, but they had some precious time still and his team was going to practice.
“You know, in the old days we’d just play in the leaves. Built character.” Finstock was talking to himself as he comically raked the big field with one small rake. He had a pile going, but so far it didn’t look like he was making a dent. He looked up at the trees that were close to the field. “Damn you deciduous trees!”