I never admitted that me and Brian were friends, until the thing with Sooner happened.
Brian was always waiting outside my dorm, waiting for me to come outside, waiting for us to go to dinner together, waiting to show me how he wasn't going to decapitate me with snowballs.
On this particular day, he was outside, tossing a football around with one of the senior guys, who we all called "Sooner".
As soon as I stepped outside, Sooner saw me, winked, and told Brian, "Hey man, go long, and I'll throw it to you." Brian took off running, and when he got about five feet from Sooner, Sooner threw the football and hit Brian in the back of the head.
Normally, I probably would've cracked up laughing, and part of me actually had to snort back laughter a little bit, because remembering that shit is funny.
At that time, I was fucking pissed. Sooner was a complete dick, and thought he was God's gift to a vagina.
I went over to where his football was just sort of rolling around on the sidewalk, and picked it up.
I took that football, and kicked the shit out of it. I remember feeling such an intense satisfaction as I watched it sail away, and land right in the fucking dumpster.
Then, I turned around, and said in the most scornful voice I could muster, "You're a dirtbag."
Sooner turned and walked away, and I watched him go, while Brian came over to where I was. He looked at me, with what I thought was gratitude at my dickery on his behalf.
Instead, he said, "Um, Sal...That was my football."