“I still don’t know what to do,” I tell Damon the day before we’re set to sign.
He’s over at the house, chilling with Haley, who has been back home for a few days.
“That’s okay,” he says with a grin. “It just adds to the drama. I like it.”
“You decide,” I tell him.
“Sorry, buddy. We already chose together a long time ago. I get things have changed, and I’m gonna roll with that and with you, so I have a plan.”
“What kind of plan?”
“Okay, so spread across our table will be all five contracts. On top of each contract will be a baseball cap for that school. You don’t even have to really say anything, although you can. If you do, mention what a tough decision it was, throw some goodwill to the other schools, but ultimately, you’re going to need to look at me and touch a hat. And when I say look at me, that’s exactly what I mean. I want you to look me in the eye and let me know that it’s your final decision. It’s where our next adventure lies. And then we’ll both put those hats on, indicating our choice. And sign those bad boys.”
“And you’ll really be okay with whichever school I choose?”
“Yeah. Why do you think I made us go on those visits? So we’d know for sure.”
“And if I can’t decide, do you have any advice?”
“Go where the boobs are.”
To this, I can’t help but laugh.
