A long time ago, somewhere far east of The

Seaside Rest

, there was a kid known to have fast hands. The fastest hands in

South Bend

.

This was the reason come Monday when kids were wondering "no way? That dweeb? How the hell did he knock out Sonny Calruso?" There was no better explanation than that Rob had fast hands. Lightning fast like Muhammed Ali. How else could you explain the 5'8 140 pound sophomore beating the 6'1 190 pound junior Sonny Calruso.

Sonny was known for fighting. Had never lost a fight in his life. Had beaten kids even in other districts. So how did Sonny get knocked out by this kid?

"I don't believe it for a second. Something's fishy here," said Jay. A year ago Jay had gotten into a scrapple with Sonny. Everybody said that Sonny won, but Jay never admitted defeat. He still claimed that it was a tie. He wasn't muscular but he was tall and had hammer like fists at the end of long limbs. "No way Robby Mondavi is beating Sonny Calruso in no fight."

As soon as he uttered that nickname, which was meant to be derogatory, the boys started cheering the name. "Robby Mondavi! Robby Mondavi! Robby Mondavi!" by the end of school that afternoon every boy was chanting that name. Rob couldn't help but smile. But inside he was nervous. Because he knew the truth. He wasn't the one who knocked Sonny out this weekend.