I watched them in disbelief. How could they be happy? Who were these two people?
Did you see his hair? Did you see the side of his head? He got Mohawked, man!
Then I realized it: They were the two people who will benefit from Mike Costello's death. And they were celebrating it.
The shoes! Gimme the shoes!"
I felt sick and confused. I asked myself, How could this happen? How could this happen to Mike Costello? He was a nice guy. He was number two on the depth chart. He was already accepted into the School of Engineering at FSU. And I answered myself, Here's how: because Mike Costello didn't fit into the Erik Fisher Football Dream ... Mike would never, could never, have been sitting out there with Erik and laughing at such a thing. Now Mike is dead. But the Dream lives on.