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September, 1979 Minneapolis

Another long day of practice as we prepared for a game in Thief River Falls. Dad finished up and went to meet with Herb and Craig. Most of the boys were slowly filtering out of the locker room. I had a few files to finish up and then I planned to head home for the evening.

I heard someone in the doorway; I looked up and saw Jimmy Craig standing there.

"Hey Jim, what's up?" I asked him.

"Well I have been feeling something lately that isn't going away." Jim said.

"Come on in, I'll take a look at you and see what's up." I said and patted the table. "Hop up."

Jim hopped up on the table. He must have just finished showering because his hair was wet, but combed. He was wearing jeans and t-shirt but was barefoot.

"So what are your symptoms?" I asked while taking his pulse.

"Well, sometimes I get dry mouthed. Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep. Sometimes I feel flutters in the stomach." Jim said.

"Hmmm, sounds stress related." I said as I put on my stethoscope. "How's your appetite?" I asked as I began to listen to his heart.

"I eat like normal." Jim said.

"Hmmm, breathe deep in and out." I said leaning over to listen to Jim's breathing. Jim did as I instructed. "Heart and breathing seems fine although your heart rate is a little fast."

Jim smiled and shrugged.

"Any other symptoms?" I asked while wrapping a blood-pressure cuff around Jim's arm. "Headaches? Nausea? Dizziness?"

"No, none of that." Jim said as I took his blood pressure.

"Blood pressure is normal. Is your sleep restless?" I asked, looking in his ears.

"No, I have had a lot of dreams lately." Jim said.

"Nightmares?" I asked checking Jim's pupils. "Follow the light with your eyes not your head."

"No, they're pleasant dreams." Jim said.

"When you say stomach flutters, is it pain?" I asked while checking his reflexes.

"Not pain, just my stomach kinda flip-flops." Jim said.

"Any acid reflux?" I asked.

"No." Jim said.

"Any sexual dysfunction?" I asked.

"Does dysfunction include not having any?" Jim said with a smile.

"Nevermind." I said and checked his reflexes.

"Any idea what it is?" Jim asked. I looked at him; he was smiling and watching me closely.

"Not yet. Sounds like maybe you're just a little stressed. I'm going to take your temperature." I said and dug out a thermometer. "Open up and hold this under your tongue."

Jim opened his mouth and I put the thermometer in his mouth. I had no idea what could be wrong with Jim. Trouble falling asleep, dry mouth, stomach flutters? It didn't add up to anything I had ever heard of.

"Georgy, I talked to Mac today." Jim said.

"Keep your mouth closed so I get an accurate temp." I said and put the thermometer back in his mouth.

I wondered if Jim was having any audio or visual problems. Maybe I should test his hearing and vision.

"I had to talk to him about something." Jim said.

"Jim, I need your temp now keep your mouth closed." I said and put the thermometer back in his mouth.

I wondered if maybe Jim needed a mild sedative for the nights he was having trouble sleeping. I should talk to dad about prescribing one for him. Jim looked healthy and I couldn't find anything wrong with him.

"Did Mac tell you I spoke to him?" Jim asked.

"No, I haven't seen Mac today other than on the ice." I said and put the thermometer back in his mouth. "You open your mouth one more time before I say you can, I am going to take your temperature from the other end!" I told him.

Jim held up his hands in surrender and I smiled at him. I looked through Jim's file. He had never complained of any of these symptoms before. None of the other boys were complaining of these symptoms either.

I walked over and took the thermometer from his mouth. It was normal. "Everything is normal. How long you been feeling this way?" I asked him.

"Since sometime in July." Jim said.

"Why did you never talk to me or dad about it before?" I asked.

"I wanted to but didn't want to sound ridiculous. But a few weeks ago I found out I might not sound so silly." Jim said.

I raised my eyebrows at him not understanding his rambling. I hopped up on the table next to Jim. "When do you feel these things? At practice?" I asked thinking it was stress.

"Whenever I'm with you." Jim said.

"What…"

I was cut off by Jim leaning over and pressing his lips against mine. I was so shocked that at first I didn't move but then realized who was kissing me and kissed him back. Jim's lips were gentle against mine. Just our lips were touching.

Jim pulled back and looked at me. His blue eyes were bluer than I had ever seen them. "And that's the cure." Jim said.

Jim leaned in and kissed me again. My mind was screaming 'I'm kissing Jimmy Craig!' I had wanted to for so long but feared rejection. I was very aware of Jim. He smelled of soap fresh from the shower, His touch was gentle as his fingers traced my arms.

I pulled back. "Why didn't you say something before?" I asked him.

"I didn't know exactly how you felt. I didn't want you to feel awkward around me for seven months if you didn't want to date." Jim said.

"What made you finally say something?" I asked.

"The night you were drunk, you kissed me right before you passed out." Jim said.

"I kissed you. Oh I am so sorry!" I said and buried my face in the crook of his neck.

"Don't be. After you kissed me, I decided I might as well take a chance. Worst that could happen would be Mac beat the daylights out of me." Jim said and pulled me back and made me look into his eyes. "You have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from kissing you. That night at the pool, the night we watched the 'Twilight Zone', last week in Norway."

"That's what you talked to Mac about wasn't it?" I asked.

"I wanted to give Mac the heads up on what I was planning. He said he trusted me with you, but the first time I made you cry he would turn me into 'Janice Craig'." Jim said.

I laughed, that sounded like my Robbie. "Wait a minute! Planning? This whole exam was a plan?" I asked.

"Yeah, notice my symptoms were those of a crush." Jim said and suddenly it did make sense. "It was actually fun, until you threatened me with a thermometer." Jim said with a wink.

"You're so cute." I said and kissed him again. "Wanna come home for dinner with me? Home cooked meal. You can meet my mom."

"Home cooking, sounds good." Jim said and jumped off the table. "It's not meatballs is it?"

I laughed as Jim took my hand and helped me off the table. "No, Rizzo isn't going to be there." I said.

"Great let's go." Jim said. We stopped so he could put shoes on. He took my hand as we walked out of the locker room, shutting the lights off behind us.

"Mom, dad…I'm home" I called as I walked in the front door. Jimmy behind me. "I brought a stray home."

"I'm a stray?" Jim asked.

"I always say that when I bring a friend home." I said.

"Is it Robbie?" mom called walking out of the kitchen.

"Mom, this is Jimmy Craig. He's the goalie from Boston University dad was talking about." I said.

"Oh, how nice to meet you Jim." Mom said.

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Nagobads." Jim said shaking her hand.

"None of that, call me Velta. I insist all Georgia's friends be informal with me." Mom told him. "As a matter of fact Robbie calls me 'Mom #2'."

I giggled. "I brought Jimmy home for dinner, I hope that's okay." I said.

"Of course, you always bring home strays." Mom said. "Come on, I was just about to set the table."

Mom had made Cornish game hen for dinner. I helped her get everything on the table. Dad came downstairs from his study when mom called for him.

"Hey Jim. Nice to have you in our home." Dad said when he saw Jim at the table beside me.

"Thanks, Doc. I appreciate you having me. But from what I hear Georgy brings strays home all the time." Jim said and elbowed me gently.

"All the time. Robbie, Buzz, Janny are always here. She even drags Ramsey home every now and then. They enjoy a home cooked meal off-campus." Dad said.

Jim smiled at dad's story.

After dinner, Jim and I went to sit on the porch. The sun was setting and it was nice to watch. Jim joined me on the porch swing. 'This looks like a scene from the south, all that is missing is lemonade and cotton fields!' I thought with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Jim asked.

"Nothing, I was just letting my mind wander." I said.

"You're parents are really great. Now I know why you never thought about you're birth parents." Jim said and took my hand.

"So Robbie is cool with you dating me?" I asked.

"Yeah, he actually said he was glad it was me asking you out." Jim said. "He said he felt he could trust me, that a few others on the team he wouldn't be as comfortable."

"Jim, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"You said I kissed you the night I was drunk. What exactly happened?" I asked.

"You finally got done going on about Johnson. I was sitting next to you, you start telling me something about being cute then you kissed me. I pulled you back and you passed out." Jim said.

"You pulled me back?"

"Georgy, I was crazy about you even then, and wanted so bad for something to happen between us. But not that way. You were drunk and didn't even remember it." Jim said.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"I was hoping that it meant you were attracted to me." Jim said, shrugging.

"Still wondering?" I asked.

"Not at all." Jim said and squeezed my hand.

I curled up beside Jim and he put his arms around me. I had an incredible urge to pinch myself and see if this was all real.

"How do you think Herb is going to react?" Jim broke me from my thoughts.

"To what?" I asked.

"You and me." Jim said.

"I dunno, I never dated one of his players before." I said. "He might as well get over it!"

Jim chuckled. "Your dad cool with me?" Jim asked.

"Seems to be. I mean this is like a first date, I don't think dad is in there worrying about walking me down the aisle and giving me away." I said.

"This isn't our first date. This is…well I dunno what this is, but I want us to have a special first date." Jim said. I raised my head off his shoulder and looked at him. "Will you just trust me?"

"Of course, I trust you." I told him.

That evening after I had dropped Jimmy off at the dorms, I returned home and was getting ready for bed when my mother walked into my bedroom.

"He's a good looking one, Georgia." Mom said.

"Oh mama, he is so cute. Did you see those blue eyes?" I said and fell back on my bed.

Mom chuckled. "Yes, I saw his eyes. They are quite pretty." Mom said.

"And he is so sweet, and nice. And I love talking to him. And he is funny, he makes me laugh." I said.

Mom chuckled again. "Heavens Georgia, I haven't seen you this excited about a man since Shaun Cassidy and Andy Gibb."

I laughed, "Oh mom."

Mom pulled the covers up around me. "He is a nice boy. I hope you two stay together awhile." Mom said.

"Me too. What does daddy say?" I asked.

"He likes Jim. He said Jim was one of the nicest boys on the team." Mom said and brushed the hair away from my face.

"He is mama. I have had a crush on him for awhile now." I told her.

"Just always make sure that he respects you. And don't do anything you don't want to." Mom said.

"I won't and Mac will make sure of it!" I said with a chuckle.

"Get some rest now. You have practice in the morning." Mom said and kissed my forehead.

"Night, mom." I said.

"Night, little one." Mom said and turned out the light.