Is this a joke?
Allison just kind of sat there for a second then spoke. “Let me tell you a story. Once there was a little boy named Rudy. He wasn’t the biggest guy or the strongest guy, but let me tell you something the kid had heart. And he had a dream: To play football for Notre Dame. Everyone and everything tried to stop him from getting in, but he just wouldn’t quit. He worked his butt off in junior college, and worked as a janitor and slept in the janitor’s closet to afford the tuition.”
By this point Allison was tearing up, on the verge of crying. “Finally, Rudy made the B team, and on the very last game of his senior year, he begged the coach to let him play. The coach didn’t want to let him, but the players on the team admired Rudy for his heart. So they cheered ‘Rudy! Rudy! Rudy!’ Eventually the crowd caught on, cheering his name as well. The coach was forced to put him in, and in a surprise to all, Rudy was able to make the touchdown pass that won that game,” Allison was glaring at Lani and Brea and continued. “Are you going to tell little Rudy there’s no room in the budget for alcohol? In Reagan’s America?”
