weekend wrap up
There was a weekend?Actually, there was. Friday night, Jar and I took off at 4:45 to head out to the middle of nowhere for an 8 man football game. Yes, I said 8-man football. Since there are a ton of schools in KS that have very small enrollments, they are allowed to play 8-man football. There are a few differences between the two divisions. With 8-man, you only have to have 5 players on the line of scrimmage rather than the customary 7, the field is only 80 yards long, touchbacks take the ball to the 15 yard line.
So I called the game for the radio which turned out to be another close one, 32-6. It was kind of fun to have mybrotherfromanothermother there spotting for me and helping out. We did have a good time on the way out there and back as well. I went out to the Bunch at the Barn for our Friday night low key thingy. We were out there until nearly 2 a.m. Again, we laughed pretty hard while throwing in some intellectual conversation.
Saturday rolled around with a major arguement between body and mind. My body had decided that it wanted to get up, while my mind said "Oh hell no. We're staying right here underneath the covers for at least another couple of hours."
My body won. So up I was with a plan to run my mom to a meeting, then to head to Jar's to watch the game. My exploder thought otherwise though. As Mom and I were dashing down the road, I thought I smelled that sweetly warm smell of aantifreeze. I didn't think much of it as the smell went away when I turned on the AC. As we pulled into the meeting point, I saw steam coming out from underneath my hood. I said "Oh, that's not good." I popped the hood as if my popping the hood would solve all because of my overly extensive lack of knowledge with cars. However, I did see the problem as a hose had ruptured. I called Jar, to which he responded by coming out, taking a look at my engine and getting me back home. We then proceeded to try to track down the particular part. We found it after an extensive search. After the retrieval mission, we decided to go watch Bethel play football instead of putting the part on.
My father almost killed us because he made us laugh so hard. We were rather disappointed in the performance we had just witnessed, so Dad must have been seething. All of the sudden he burst out with (PARENTAL ADVISORY) "They have got to get rid of that fat fuck 77. That son of a bitch just takes up space. He didn't make one fucking tackle all night long." It nearly put us in the ditch as Jar and I were laughing so hard. He's bad sometimes. Jar slapped the new hose in my vehicle.
Sunday broke blowing more than a hooker on nickel oral night. It was blowing right about 36 with gust to 45. So what did we do? We went to play golf in the wind like idiots. We played 18 holes at a favorite course of mine, Turkey Creek. I struggled on the front, but got my shit together on the back for an 83. In a wind like that, I was thrilled with my score. After the golf, I had a short respit for a couple hours before I took off for a double header.
During the first game, I became legally retarded when I tried to sneak to third because no one was covering. The shortstop made a diving tag on a great throw by the catcher. To avoid the tag, what did I do? I slid because I'm mentally handicapped. I tore the shit out of my leg even with my long socks. We lost both games 15-12 and 4-2. Ugh.
But that was the weekend wrap up.
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