It kind of sucked, the fact none of them had any problem shoving a mic in Cory’s face; maybe, if they were kind, sticking with praise for his meticulous National Championship routine a few weeks back. Unfortunately, some still went further into the past instead—right for the jugular. Just that morning one reporter asked, “How are you dealing with this competition after ruining your team’s chances all those other times?”
Currently, Cory was an actual all-around contender. He stuck every landing at every competition in 2012 so far, even at the TQ, even on floor.
Cory was a ginger, pale and freckled. Many a fun hour was spent, no doubt, by whoever shared his bed, playing connect the dots on his sporty, spotty physique. He was smooth as silk from the waist up except for pit sprouts, but pumpkin hair below the belt was aplenty, at least until Cory started shaving it off.
“You trying to make that little thing look bigger?” Steven Mamahdusidal had joked in the shower.