Matt was my best friend growing, went to Fredstrom, Goodrich and Lincoln High together. As kids in the Highlands we hung out everyday. Played basketball in the driveway usually a game called 21, Matt won 99% of the time, we played this game all the time. During the summers we tear up the streets of the Highlands and Lincoln on our bikes (and later on when we could drive our cars). But one summer we ride our bikes everyday to a new comic bookstore on Cornhusker highway, which was about 5 miles away form our homes. Matt would always be waiting for the newest wolverine comic book. Then we would go to Matt's dads body shop and pretend we were our favorite comic book hero or go back home and drawl our favorite. Sometimes we would play video games all night, sometimes till the sun came up. Matt was always doing something to make some laugh, with a silly dance or impression. As we grew up we talked sports all time, usually in game of 21.
One time when Matt's family still lived in the Highlands, Matt and Kevin shared a room and Kevin had model airplanes and from the ceiling which were always getting bumped or knocked down. One day I was putting on may coat to go home and I knocked down one of Kevin's planes I think something broke off, so I called Matt to the room, Matt says just quietly walk out and I'll stall Kevin. Probably the fast I got home that night, but Kevin got me the next day.
I have lots of great memories, and cherished our friendship. Thanks for always being there.
Everyone always gets a kick out of "The Hallway Game" story. This was the name of a game that Matt, Kevin, and I would always play at our house in the Highlands. My brothers' bedroom was at the end of the hallway. One of them would guard the doorway to the bedroom, and the objective of the game was to get past either Kevin or Matt (of course, I never guarded the doorway!) and into the bedroom. One day, Matt was guarding the bedroom and I was the one who had to get past him. He said, "Run at me!" I did as I was told and was promptly tossed over his head and landed on my wrist. As I lay there in pain, Matt ran up to me and said, "What are you going to tell mom and dad?"
Turns out, I actually broke my wrist... and I didn't tell my mom or dad what really happened for about two years!
