DECADE IN REVIEW: 2002

Second Semester Junior year. It's hard to think about anything else other than the Patriots winning the Superbowl. The first game of the playoffs against the Raiders, the infamous tuck rule game. It was awesome. I further remember the ride home where we got nailed by a drunk driver in Davis' car. Then the guy took off. hahahahaha.

Winter track was a dominating team and we won the MVC easily. In the Spring, we dominated as well and won States, as well as the MVC. I had won 5 consecutive MVC championships with Levine at this point.

The Lakers would go on to win their third in a row and the Red Wings would in the Cup. Bonds dominated all of baseball in 2002 and would bring the Giants to the World Series only to be defeated by the Angels.

In 2002, we tormented our teachers. Ms. Araujo, our spanish teacher, to be exact. In no particular order, we left snowballs on her desk, we would yell "Da me Cabeza" at her throughout the class (look it up on freetranslation.com if you want to know what the literal translation of that is). Ryan Byrne threw a folder at her. We slept in class. She made me sign a contract that I would stop taking over her class. I copied and pasted a Weird Al song into Altavista and translated it into a poem and handed it in. Jimmy got caught cheating and she continued to let him cheat. We convinced a substitute teacher that I was deaf (in a spanish class). We changed her computer screen saver to say inappropriate things. My brother would hide in her closet and jump out in the middle of class to scare her. Peter Ricci would walk into class and just say hello, despite Araujo having no idea who he was. We looked up her home phone number in the yellow pages and told her her daughter gave it to D when he slept with her. When she was out one day, I used that number and called her house and asked her where she was. She was not happy. We were supposed to do reports on spanish artists like Picasso and Dali and my brother decided to give his oral presentation on Joseph Stalin without telling her.

I'm sure I missed some...

That summer I started working at Fenway with my brother. It was a pretty darn good time being at all the games. Summer went by fairly quickly and it ended with me losing a tooth and having my 4 bottom teeth go through my lip in a kneeboarding accident. Oh well. Senior year kicked off with a bang. Rocco was startin at QB. Jimmy was returning kicks to the one yard line and gettin tackled. D was bein a dickhead. We were all applyin to colleges now and that was stupid. I applied to Tulane and was dead set on going to New Orleans after they accepted me. Of course, things would change in 2003. But as of right then, I was dead set on being a Green Wave in good ole Nawlins.

At one point during the fall of senior year, I remember at one party Jimmy kept snorting sugar and then tweaking out to convince these sophomores that he had ODed. The kids bolted out of the house, got pulled over and told the cops that we were all doing lines at the party. The cops showed up and conducted a pretty wild search, only to find out that it was all a big joke. Needless to say, those sophomores were never seen or heard from again.

The school decided to make all of these changes, such as putting bars in the middle of hallways. This would begin "lunchtime relays" in which I'd retrieve a baton and we would run laps around a smell section of the school outside the cafeteria and pass the baton to whoever else wanted to join.

I know there are plenty more 2002 stories, but im pretty sick of typing. put some in the comments and i will add them in, that goes for the other years too.

-- Boosh