Pat Freiermuth: “My grandfather, that was my guy.... Me and Pa used to have this little deal where he’d take me to the convenience store to get a snack after practice if he thought I played hard. (‘Don’t tell ya mother.’) But I loved McDonald’s as a kid, so that kind of transformed into him taking me to McDonald’s if I had a really good practice. But I’m 15 years old, with the 15-year-old metabolism, so I’m eating like six double cheeseburgers or whatever — just crushing fries. And then I’m coming home and my mom’s got like steamed fish and carrots for dinner. ‘Pat, why aren’t you hungry? What’s going on with you?’ Pa would take the McDonald’s bags and hide the evidence at his house. But the thing is, my grandma had passed away before I was born, and he actually lived with my aunt — my mom’s sister. She couldn’t be trusted with that information. She was going to rat us out for sure. And you know how those McDonald’s wrappers smell. Even when that burger is gone, you can’t hide the ...