Every weekend I had to listen to my mom’s boyfriend Bruce and his buddies cheer and boo seemingly all day. They were a rowdy bunch, all former college players themselves, even though those days had long since passed.
My life had been quiet up until my mom got with Bruce a few years ago. He was a man who liked to throw parties and have the guys over for beers while they hung out in his mancave. I wasn’t used to having so much testosterone around. Big, masculine men who eyed me every chance they got. I didn’t know how to react. With my mom away that weekend, I was left all alone to deal with them.
A roar of cheers erupted from the den across the hall—Bruce’s mancave, where his giant TV and surround sound made him and his friends feel like they were actually at the game. Apparently, their t
