Meeting Pete

It took me awhile to be able to post on here. I have so many memories of Pete.

Rich’s previous post reminded me of the day I met Pete. It was our first week of high school, in freshmen gym class. It may well have been the first day of high school, period. Thus, no one was comfortable, knew anyone, or wanted to be in freshmen gym with Mr. Thompson.

We were outside, in small groups, feigning practicing kicking a football either off a tee or with someone holding the ball. Pete was in my group. This was 1989, so Pete was wearing white sweat pants rolled to his knees, and weighing all of 98lbs on a good day. On his feet were high top Converse sneakers. He was looking good, people.

It was his turn to kick, so he took this huge running start, much more than needed. Think Charlie Brown, ready to kick the ball from Lucy. Well, much like Charlie Brown, he completely whiffed, missed the ball entirely, and landed flat on his back. Poor guy knocked the wind out of himself, and lay there sputtering, gasping for breath, and a bit mortified.

Me and one other kid sort of picked him up and dusted him off, and didn’t make a big deal out of it. On the way back to the gym, 30 minutes later, someone chuckled, and the three of us laughed so hard we nearly fell over. We hung out in gym class every day for the rest of the year.


Submitted by christine suplick

One Response

  1. Rich

    I remember that story. I didn’t realize that was how you guys met, though. Crazy! And kind of funny that I also met Pete on the first day of gym class just a few years before that… I guess stressful situations bring people together.

    Also, it’s ironic how much he HATED gym class, despite the fact that he went on to LOVE martial arts, climbing, ropes, juggling, frisbee, volleyball, etc…

    October 22, 2012 at 4:39 pm

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