Flutie

Got a surprise phone call from a childhood friend with whom I had not spoken in years. Someone with whom I went to grade school, played whiffle ball, went fishing, watched the Sox, the whole deal.

Rough transcript of part of the call:

Cal: Flutie's back on the Pats.
Me: Can you believe that? All those years and he's still playing.
Cal: Remember playing football in your back yard? It would always be:

"I'm Flutie!"
"No, I'm Flutie!"
"No way, we won last game, I call Flutie!"

Me: Then the loser would say "yeah ... well, fine! I'm Grogan!!!"
Cal: No one ever said "I'm Eason!"

The whiffle ball equivalent was that everyone wanted to be Dwight Evans, and second choice was Jim Rice. Don't recall any votes for the RemDawg.