...we would remember these games for the rest of our lives!"
...and he was right!
Kind of.
I remember throwing the ball...and Jack Campbell, or Cason McLean or somebody would catch it...etc....
And that's about it.
But, after the game.......
...well, that's what I remember!
I can still smell her sweet shampooed hair and hint of perfume as she told me how great I played...and how those "fumbles" and "interceptions" were not my fault....etc....
...and she was right.
Those mean guys on the other team kept getting in my way and keeping me from being "the hero" that I knew I could be...
Years passed and she became somebody else's "old lady."
But those old memories are MINE alone!
Correction..........I'll bet she thinks about them too....once in while.
-Ed
