Mr. C. escorted me to a football game uppada LS's school. LS and Friend went with us. LS's school team had a rotten time of it until We left at half-time (school night for LD and F.) Twenty-five miles out of town and the team recovered enough to lose by two points, which was better than 31-7.
See my shoes? See those Skittles? I ate popcorn without salt and drank a Diet Coke.
Kept wishing I had a tape to record the good ol'boys sitting behind me. Accents were priceless as were their comments.
A Real Sports Fan Here,
St. Casserole
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Ooooooh, tassled loafers!
Only the sexy people wear tassled loafers.
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