Are you going to be the best?
Jamie seems to inspire unfinished sentences. Says Joe, "If his head don't swell, well...." Larry says, "But compared to Jamie...." And Kilcoyne says, "With all of them, you just run out of adjectives, but with Jamie...."
Yet, for all of this, the point is Joe has done it. The other brothers are talking about doing it. Or more correctly, others are talking about their doing it. There's a big gulf there, one not forded by many an able athlete in similar circumstances. But considering their God-given speed—nobody makes a 9.2 sprinter out of a plow horse—eyes glaze at the possibilities. Imagine a Saturday afternoon in the Carrier Dome this fall with Joe Morris and Larry Morris at running back, Mike Morris at wide receiver, the secondary giving ground and the corner-backs dropping off and the crowd going nuts—and Jamie Morris back in Ayer, aching to show them all how it's really done. It's O.K. to dream. It's been approved by the FDA.
Meanwhile, Joe is thinking about his family and his life. "I know I have a holier-than-thou image," he says. "I don't smoke, drink, party, fight in bars. My favorite corner in Syracuse is the one where Baskin-Robbins is. But life is based on winning, and I feel I can win more with my life-style than others can with theirs. And I fear failure. That's what drives me on. Yes sir, I think that every one of my brothers will be better than me. But I'm not jealous. I'm just happy that they're my brothers."
Now he's leaving Ayer, and his mother says, "I'm not going to kiss you goodby."
"Because you always cry."