Mack Mcginn's Big Win

chapter1 MACK N' CHEESE Q. Why was Cinderella so bad at sports?A. Her coach was a pumpkin and she ran from the ball. Winning runs in the family. First turn, front seat, favorite show, fattest slice. Best stash of cash on your birthday. But those are just the scrimmages. With me and Rory, the real thing is sports. Our grandfather was "Red" McGinn, famous quarterback for the Fightin' Irish of Notre Dame. Here in Danville, there's a street, a school, a stadium, and an ice cream named for Gramp. There's a statue of him in the park. "You're the spittin' image of him, Mack," people say to me. "The red hair, the freckles..." They shake their heads, sniffling. "Your grandfather was a hero, a legend." I feel a punch in my gut when they say that. I miss Gramp so much. My grandfather may have been the famous McGinn, but, like I said, winning runs in the family. My dad was a superstar soccer player, nearly made it to the Olympics. He had Rory and me dribbling soccer balls before we could walk. What do McGinns do? McGinns win! How do McGinns win? Anyway we can! Dad doesn't play soccer anymore. He's a superstar salesman now. Mom was a nationally ranked swimmer in college. Now she swims with the sharks selling Blue Ribbon real estate. Bigger, better, best. Never settle less. Till your house is bigger. Bigger, better, best! We keep moving to new houses. We're moving to the "dream house" next month. I liked our first house, and we've only been in this second one a year, but nobody asked my opinion. I've got too much else to think about anyway. This is going to be a big year for me. The year I beat my big brother. Beating Rory won't be easy. Rory never met a ball he didn't like. If a spaceship landed in Danville Park today and some weird, purple bobble-head creatures slithered out and started playing some whacked-out game, Rory would watch for about three seconds, shout "Count me in," and then beat the purple people at their own game. The bobble-heads would probably kidnap him back to their planet to be their new head coach. All the coaches watch Rory. "That boy's going places," they say. I remember when I was, like, three and Rory was five, my eyes were always blinking from all the cameras flashing after all of Rory's wins. "Say cheese, Rory," Dad would say, all happy and proud. "Cheese!" Rory would shout, waving a trophy in the air. "Say cheese," Mom would gush, all happy and proud. "Cheese!" Rory would scream, swinging a gold medal like a cowboy rope. "Cheese, cheese, cheese!"I would shout, bouncing up and down, all excited. They were calling my favorite food. Those little white noodles, that cheesy sauce. "Macky, macky, macky," I'd say, shaking macaroni boxes like maracas in my hands. I begged for "macky" in the morning, "macky" noon and night. That's how Rory named me. My real name is Matthew. In the family albums, there I am with that stupid orange grin, shoveling fistfuls of macaroni into my mouth. One time, Rory thought it would be funny to stick macaroni in my other orifices too. Useorificein a paper and I guarantee some teacher will be impressed. You owe me five bucks if you get an A. Anyway, there I was, eating my "macky," happier than a pig in poop, and Rory waited until Mom wasn't looking and then he stuck macaroni in my ear holes and up my nostrils, too. Way, far up. I started crying, probably because I couldn't dig those noodles out to eat, and eventually they figured out the problem and rushed me to the emergency room. "Come on, Mackie, blow your nose," Mom kept pleading. "Come on, honey,blow !" The doctor shoveled out my ears okay, but they had to suction my nose with a pump. That hurt. Poser Rory was crying, hugging me. "You're okay, little buddy, you're okay." He didn't evenParatore, Coleen Murtagh is the author of 'Mack Mcginn's Big Win ', published 2007 under ISBN 9781416916130 and ISBN 141691613X.