Page 51 of The Legend
When they finished putting the groceries away, Sway madedinner and Rosa found the need to watch Monday night football with me. It wasthe first night in a long time I was able to watch football and since theSeahawks were on, I was watching the game. Being a born and raised Washingtonnative, I still cheered for all the local teams back home.
“This is boring.” Rosa then burped and pounded her chestbefore cracking open another beer. “Let’s watch a movie.”
“Again Rosa, shouldn’t you be cleaning?”
“Oh yeah, probably, I’m just not feeling it today. It’shot.”
“We have air conditioning.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” she gestured to her chest. “Thisplace is like a goddamn sauna. I have a pool of sweat between my tits.”
“Stop talking about your tits.”
“Jameson,” her face appeared concerned, her hand held toher chest. “I’m sensing some aggression. Maybe we should get counseling.”
“I do have aggression because I pay you to sit around. Butyou and I don’t need to get along therefore we don’t need counseling. Goclean.”
“Nah,” she kicked her legs up next to mine and stole mybeer. “Maybe later, let’s finish this game.”
Rosa and I watched the rest of the game, the Seahawks lostby one touchdown to the Bears. After that ESPN went on to discuss the upcomingNASCAR race. We had just finished out our regular series and moved into thechase format where the top twelve in points battled for the championship. Wewere coming up on the third race of ten and I was running fourth with only fivepoints separating the top five drivers. The next race on the schedule was theMonster Million and I think all of us were looking forward to it. I know I was.
Rosa, still sitting next to me, had a thing for the newrookie driver Brody Williams. Who didn’t have a thing for him? Thankfully, mywife didn’t but almost anyone under twenty-five drooled over him and his blueeyes.
“He’s so adorable.” Rosa gushed as if he was a puppy. “Lookat those eyes!”
“Hey, I’m adorable too.” I said looking over at Rosa. Swaywas sitting across from us curled up reading a book. She laughed when Rosareached over to pinch my cheek.
“You are more sexy than adorable.” She said to me winking.
Sway looked up over her book. “I think you’re adorablebaby.”
I winked at Sway adjusting my bag of corn. “And I thinkyou’re sexy.”
Rosa laughed at us before turning our attention back to thetelevision.
“So Brody,” Ashley Conner, a FOX news reporter and a womanthat constantly sought out young talent for her bed, interviewed Brody in theirstudio. It was evident by their touches Brody knew very well what that bedlooked like too.
“How do you feel about your first season in the Cup series,and in the chase? Do you think you can pull off a championship title in yourfirst season?”
“Oh I think I can.” Brody replied with his usual cockyattitude. “If Riley can, I think that I can.”
“Are you sure about that?” Ashley gave him a sultry look,Sway huffed at the screen rolling her eyes. “Jameson Riley’s been the onlydriver to date to win the championship in his rookie year.”
Brody, still cocky, laughed. “I think what this seriesneeds is less guys like Riley and more of us younger boys who make the serieslook young and fresh. I’m not saying Riley isn’t good but I think the sport hasmoved in a different direction.”
“What the fuck is he talking about?” I grumbled infrustration.
“Do you feel he’s lost his Rowdy Way?”
Again, Brody laughed. “I think as long as you are notDarrin Torres, you’re safe.”
I turned the television off and looked at Sway.
“Why is it that people never forget? They remember everythingI’ve ever said over the years in the event they can come back at me with it.They’ll do anything to remind me.”
Sensing the shift in my mood, Sway tossed her book aside.“Come on champ.” Her tiny hands reached out to grasp me. “Let’s go give yourgears somelovin’.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” I tossed my frozen corn atRosa who was still drinking beer. “Go clean Rosa.”
