I'm in long enough to hook the trailer to the truck, load the Mule, make sure my ice-chest is loaded, change uniforms and head back to the school. Tonite is Friday, and we've got a home football game. Oh, joy.
I used to actually enjoy an evening of Friday Nite Football until I had to work them.
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LOL- Good point!
I must be some sort of misfit, as I'
ve never much cared for team sports of any kind. Other kids who played team sports never seemed to have time for fishing, camping, hunting, or hiking, the things that drove,and drive my life. The best times of my life happened when doing some or all of those things.
Generally, I agree with you, Gerry. I was never crazy about organized sports, but I did like to play baseball during the summers. That didn't get in the way of my hunting and camping. Friday nite was date night and going to the ball game was one way to have a good time for little money. Watch the game, holding hands with your girl, grab a hamburger at the drive-in after the game, get a quick kiss at the door, then get home so that Dad could wake me in time to hunt.
Those were simpler times.
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