Once, when I was in 6th grade or something, a bunch of kids held down a friend of mine and were beating him up. Had to be about 15 vs. 1. I walked up, and my friend was on his knees with somebody holding each of his arms. Somebody said ,"Get him, Timothy!". I knee'd him in the back. He looked back and started crying. I guess being beat up by 15 kids hurts, but getting attacked by your friend is heartbreaking. I ran to the other side of the playground. If I could go back in time, I'd take that beatdown WITH ya, Michael Weathers.










