So, I’m sitting in our high school football stadium for the Friday night home game against our cross-town rivals. The score is tied at 10 as the second half is getting ready to start. Our son is cruising around the venue, hanging with various clusters of high schoolers. I didn’t think he had that many friends but my wife said, “Oh, he’s very popular sweetie. The sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads – they all adore him. They think he’s a righteous dude.” …shamelessly lifted from “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”
Our daughter just made her halftime debut as a marching band flautist. If they only knew how fast she ran the 40, they’d suit her up as a wide receiver.
Tomorrow we’ll make the 50-mile trek to Laguna Beach for our son’s cross-country race. He runs a pretty fast 40 as well. The only problem is it’s a three-mile race. It’s his first of the season, so we’ll see if he’s improved over the summer. If there’s a correlation between running speed and bagel consumption, he may take first prize.
Lisa tells me this will be the pattern for every weekend until Thanksgiving. Oh well. Give me a good stadium chair, a hotspot and “Life is Good (LG)”.
We’re down 27 to 16 now and the band sounds great. There’s still time to pull out a victory, but if it goes down to the wire, they should consider bringing in the flautist…6 minutes left…stay tuned…
Well we lost, but our guys made a valiant effort. Gotta go find Mikey now. He better not be with the wastoids. See you next time.