 But it wasn't my seat that got me. It was what was next to my seat. It was a beautiful girl, and she was just my age. She had a great smile, blonde hair, angular 80s haircut, and she was wearing a baggy Packers sweatshirt. This was every 8th grade boy's dream, at least every 8th grade boy in Green Bay that year. And when she said, hi, my name's Jenny, I said something like, uh, John. And then really quickly I sat down and started eating my hot dog.