In 2nd grade, so about 2002, I got in a fight in the middle of art class with a kid who said he didn't care Berringer had died. Now I was only a year & a half old when he died. I had no memory of actually seeing him play, but I grew up hearing stories about him. I heard about his selflessness, his humility, his strong faith & his eagerness to give back to the community. For this little punk (and lets be honest, he was just being your typical smart-ass 8 year old) to say he didn't care was unfathomable. Everyone I knew loved Brook! It had never even registered in my mind that someone could feel any other way. We even had this poster hanging in our basement. Look how awesome he is! So I got up and used my safety scissors to cut his art project to ribbons. My enraged teacher, Ms. Brown (a very appropriate name for an art teacher, by the way) told me to go pull a ticket, a method of punishment in which you start the day on green, but pull tickets from yellow, ...
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