By: Andrew Dahl
To Coach everyone was either dragging ass (bad) or hauling ass (good). When he would bark at Jerome or any of the other misshapen JV runners, Jerome couldn’t help but picture them all as wormy dogs, scooting their hindquarters across rugs. If one of them actually managed to catch a head of steam and receive a shouted blessing from Coach, Jerome pictured the lucky runner pulling his ass behind him in some sort of a trailer. It would make him burst out laughing and, inevitably, catch a cramp or a stitch and have to wheeze his way off the course.