LOL... I had that same sweatshirt and those same damn striped pants, what a trip!!!I quickly went to work. I found my way back to my old house in Connecticut. I knocked on the door and my mother answered the door. For a moment, I was stunned. There was my mother as she looked 42 years ago. But I had no time to reminisce about the past.
I told her I had a flat tire and asked if they had a jack I could use. They were getting ready to have Christmas dinner. It was nice to see my parents so young again. My aunt was there too. As my father went to the garage to get a jack, my mother and my aunt went about fixing dinner.
I had work to do. I turned and suddenly... there I was!
I told myself to loosen up a bit. Relax for crying out loud!
Then I pulled out a Steelers shirt I had brought from the future. I offered it to little crossfire. But he started saying something about Joe Namath and loving green. I begged my young self to switch shirts. But being the little sh*t I always was, I would not listen.
There was no time...
I had to act...
I thought, "It's not really child abuse if it's really just you hitting yourself, is it????"
And knowing it was truly in my best interest, I punched my boyhood self right in the face.
As the young me collapsed to the floor, I quickly switched the Jets shirt and replaced it with the Steelers shirt.
Then I quickly grabbed the other Jets presents and was about to leave when my aunt started screaming. I started yelling back at her for being evil when my father entered the room with a baseball bat.
I ran for my life.
Using Doc's directions, I managed to get the time machine to take me back to 2012.
I raced home. When I got there, I saw a Steelers license plate on my car. When i got in the house, I noticed a set of Steelers Lombardi Trophy ornaments on the Christmas tree. I was getting so excited.
But I knew what I had to do. I ran into my room and grabbed the photo album. I flipped back toward the beginning and there it was...
Me in a Steelers shirt as a child!!! With the black eye that I had given myself!!!
My long night mare was over. Life was good. I knew everything was going to be...
It took me a second to realize what was going on. And then I realized my 5 year old had just jumped on me as I lay in my bed.
Much to my horror, he was wearing Jets pajamas.
It was all a dream???
I'm not ashamed to say I began to weep.