Good Morning Gentle Readers,
You mean the Colts don't play in Baltimore anymore? What's up with that?
Got an email from Kathryn J the other day (hey, that rhymes).
Here’s something to listen to for the next week…..I play it several times during the day, much to the chagrin of my office neighbors! It is the Chicago Symphony!
TWC played freshman football (defensive end) just long enough to realize that football wasn't a whole lot different than I imagined Marine Corps basic training to be. Five years later that mistaken impression was pounded out of me in living color by some guy who looked a bit like Yosemite Sam in a Smoky. Turned out that the pigskin version of sweating like a pig was altogether a more pleasant experience. Even with a grass allergy.
A bunch of us skinny teens played most winter Sunday afternoons. Key word here is played. Organized football is all about work, drill, and shoving that stupid blocking sled around the field with your shoulder while the coach screams obscenities. Sand lot? Show up and play. Barefoot if you want. An exhausting three hours later you snaffle up a couple of burgers and a large Coke, then head home for supper.
The Wine Commonsewer
tip of the glass to Kathryn J.